Gee, I love baseball. I can’t wait for a thoroughly non-depressing day reading about the New York Mets. Let’s see what you’ve got, internet!
Intuition — which is often fallible — strongly suggests it isn’t just to tinker with bookkeeping, or to draw a couple of lines differently on the org chart. The nature of the Mets’ situation and the kind of business companies like CRG do both make you suspect something more is going on.
It also doesn’t help that, to be blunt, the last few years have trained me to automatically discount anything the Mets say about their own business affairs.
But the nature of that something more that might or might not be going on? You got me. And this is where I start to worry about how the world we live in has changed, and might be making us all a bit nuts.
- Jason Fry, “Stuck in the Why and Now”
Faith and Fear in Flushing
Oh. Well, uh . . . yeah, I don’t know why we wouldn’t trust what the Mets say anymore. But the real point here: There’s a downside to the instant media cycle, and sometimes we have too much information about the Mets. Or, rather, too many random pieces of information. Good stuff from FAFIF.
All the bankruptcy stuff strikes me like this: It’s like we’re slowly receiving random puzzle pieces from an extremely large jigsaw puzzle. Each time we find a new puzzle piece, we all look it over, debate what’s depicted on the piece and argue where it fits. Some people say, “Ye, I know what the puzzle looks like now,” and some other people say, “No, clearly the final puzzle looks like this, you stupid hobgoblins.” But in the end, we only have seven or eight pieces from a 500 piece puzzle, no box, and no real idea what we’re actually looking at. We’ve got enough stray pieces to know that the puzzle is, say, a beach scene and not a “Where’s Waldo” puzzle, but not enough pieces to know the fine details and how it all fits together. No one knows but the guys with the picture on the box, and they’re not telling. They’re also potentially selling off parts of the puzzle. There: The Metaphor is sufficiently mixed.
Now for some more hopeful, nonymous news . . . oh wait, no, wait . . .
Look at what happened to Mookie Wilson: He just got fired. Mookie went to the wall for the organization, but they still canned him. Look at Ken Oberkfell. Guy puts in twelve years with the organization; next thing you know, he’s been fired. No explanation. Those are the little things that tell you what direction a team is going in. People around the game hear about this stuff. They talk about it: “What’s happening to the Mets?” It depresses the hell out of me because I don’t think it’s going to improve until 2014 at the earliest. It’s going to be hard to ask the fans to sit through two brutal seasons, even though there’s some talent coming through the system.
- Anonymous Met, “The Met Who Blames Everything on the Wilpons”
New York Magazine
I find it surprisingly fun to guess the author by reading this piece aloud in the voices of current and former Mets. (Also, like everything, it’s fun to sing it in a Blonde-on-Blonde-era Bob Dylan voice.) I have my suspicions about the identity of the author: It reads like an “As Told To” kind of piece, and I believe the vocabulary provides enough hints.
Or maybe not. This may be trying to solve puzzle without enough puzzle pieces again. Man. Is it 2014 yet?