But was it really for Milledge?
Or was it Mets fans saying thanks?
Thank you, Mets management. Thank you for not ending any of the recent trades end in "and Lastings Milledge"!
Thank you, Lastings Milledge. Thank you for not blowing out your knee or your shoulder or any other appendage on your way to the big leagues!
Thank you, Willie Randolph. Thank you for not burying him on the bench during his time here in New York. Thank you for giving him an everyday slot in the lineup!
Was it a thank you? Was it a sigh of relief? More importantly, was it a mistake to give the hyped up prospect a number like 44? I mean, what are they trying to tell him exactly...
"Lastings, we're going to make you the Reggie Jackson we never had...because we passed on drafting him in 1966."It's like the father who tries to live his dream through his little league playing son.
Well it doesn't matter, because there's bigger problems on the horizon. Namely, that Alay Soler is going to obsess over each and every pitch that he throws (as he did tonight) that he's going either going to wind up in a mental institution, or he's going to get so po'd after a 2-1 curveball hits the dirt that he's going to light himself on fire in front of 35,000 people. And to make matters worse, the Metstradamus crack staff is reporting that the english translation of the name Alay Soler is "Jeff Weaver".
I know Soler and the Mets got their heads beat in tonight, but the last thing the Mets need during this time when they need to fill out the back end of their rotation is a prospect to be institutionalized in public. Does there have to be a separate ambulance equipped with a psychiatric couch parked at Shea? There's competitive...and then there's Gregg Jefferies (and thus, the circle completes).