
My last posting on the
New York Mets was in reference to their historic meltdown at the end of last season, so I'm sure this will once again be the kiss of death as the best pitcher in MLB, Johan Santana, in his prime comes to the Mets in a four way trade from the Minnesota Twins. I say this because just like the Democratic party the Mets have a way of shooting themselves in the foot, of turning a sure winner into something, completely...not a sure winner. Visions of Frankie V "Sweet Music" Viola, come churning into my head. The last great Twin to arrive back home with all the credentials for an amazing run. Twenty game winner, Cy Young Award winner, World Series winner, New Yorker and a lefty, what could possibly go wrong? Lets hope we don't have a 36 degree April day and Willie decides to leave Santana out there to pitch 158 go 'rounds. A late season collapse of 2-11 in his second year does not a joyous homecoming make. As Dylan says "Don't fall apart on me tonight babe, I just don't think that I could handle it". So here's to our new arrival and may all the good magic, whether it be white, black or from Carlos himself, be with him and our team.