Quit it! I mean it now, STOP! Who knew that Mr. Met was actually a life sized version of a voo-doo doll complete with pins and needles? The news broke yesterday that Mets shortstop, Jose Reyes will be out 2 - 8 weeks trying to get his over active thyroid problem under control. Now you just KNOW that the only way this is actually ending is with Jose out for the full eight weeks because that's just how things roll in Flushing (Port St. Black & Bluesy) these days.
It was bad enough when center-fielder Carlos Beltran decided to have surgery on his troublesome knee to relieve his chronic pain and announced he wouldn't be ready until at least June 1st. Mets nation let out a collective groan and you just couldn't help that "Here we go again" feeling in the pit of your stomach. It didn't help that there was another one of those "only with the Mets" medical moments of who knew what when and what's going on here 3 Stooges routines. And yes oh by the way there was more than a little bit of that again with the Reyes situation as the Mets made one statement about Reyes' thyroid situation and Jose himself had contradictory statements. Huh?
Let me just get this out now because I know you're thinking the same thing I am: you just expect to be watching a sports update later today to see some gruesome piece about how Santana's elbow exploded or David Wright got beaned again or Jason Bay's knees gave out or..........Shall I continue? Somewhere there is a person wronged by The Mets who has a big Mr. Mets doll and keeps sticking pins in. We need some kind of ceremony at Citi Field on Opening Day Monday April 5th don't we?
You know, since it has become so popular to blame these baseball misfortunes on some long ago curse, I've decided that the Mets misfortunes since their last World Series win in 1986 is The Curse Of Kevin McReynolds. In April of 1987 as The Mets were just starting to defend their title, a ball was hit by The Atlanta Braves Dion James and Mets left fielder Kevin McReynolds started to settle under it. To his shock and to the shock of everyone at Shea that day, the ball did not settle into his glove but struck a bird and fell to the outfield grass. The inning was capped off with Dale Murphy (before there was Chipper to torture us there was Dale....Yes our very own Cji & Dale) crushed a dinger of Bobby Ojeda and you know what? Things haven't gone so well since then. Sure The Mets got to the 200 World Series but how did that end? The The Yankees lifted their legs to mark their territory at Shea. No, I would submit that all the magic seemed to be used up by the improbable World Series win in October of 1986 and that little incident in game 6 with Mookie.
The day that bird fell from the sky was the day this franchise was cursed! You watch and wait and see what happens here. I would love to tell you that these incidents with Beltran and Reyes are only early season lemons and we'll make lemonade and The Mets will be fine. Unfortunately, that lemonade will cost you and arm and a leg......Oh, and a shoulder and a mircrofracture surgery and an elbow and a hip replacement and an MCL and, and, and, and...........Let's play ball! Bring your surgeon with you!