Well, fans, has our season come? Stupid, over-confident marketing slogans aside, what are we supposed to think after our team for the fourth time this year drops 2 of 3 to one of two teams currently within 3 games of us in the division, then promptly loses another series to the second-worst team in the division to complete a 2-4 homestand? Quick: what's the Mets longest winning streak this season?
That's right, 4 games. Which, first of all, is outdone by the Mets' longest losing streak (5). Then there's the part about how the team that certainly prances around like the class of the National League hasn't been able to string together a winning stretch longer than 4 games.
Willie Randolph is a wuss. Jose Reyes loves himself. The number of truly reliable relievers in the bullpen has dwindled to two (Wagner and Feliciano). John Maine actually does look like the 1997 version of Bobby Jones. Shawn Green still starts sometimes in right field. Running down the list of problems with the Mets right now, I feel like Scarface in Half-Baked in that scene when he quits his job at the fast food restaurant.
He didn't look as happy in the scene I'm talking aboutF*$% you, f*$% you, f*$% you, f*$% you - you're cool David Wright - f*$% you Guillermo Mota, f*$% you and I'm out. What's up and why does this team seem to have a chronic inability to rise to the occasion?
Consider ourselves mired, in two plus months now of mediocrity. On May 31, the Mets were 34-18; 16 games over .500. On August 15, the Mets are 66-52; 14 games over .500. Speaking of .500, that means for over half the year we've been no better than a .500 team. Good thing we got off to a good start.
The Mets are teetering on a breaking point, where the optimist turns into the apologist, and negativity becomes realism. Just as the orange and blue's record since May 31 bounces back and forth over the .500 mark, so does the team itself, over this thin line.
People you love do really disappointing things sometimes, and you get angrier at them because you love them and it's all the more irritating and hurtful when they screw up. Along the same lines, the worst kind of angry frustration is usually directed at wasted potential. I'm trying to form an analogy to describe why I continue to get mad at the Mets this year.
Maybe we need Pedro. Maybe we really can't win without Endy Chavez. Maybe our season just hasn't come. I do realize that I've completely ignored an exciting, 5-4 win against the Pirates last night. But that's because they're the Pirates, and exciting, 5-4 wins against last place teams don't always make up for total failure against division rivals.
I'm mindful, too, of the fact that I've presented only the most negative things about the 2007 Mets that I could think of. Remember, though, that dogging your team endlessly until they win in spite of you worked for that fan in Major League II.
"You're all garbage, allaya! Back up the truck, back it up!" 
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