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Loss #3 – Crappy Robinson Day

Ruben Tejada squares up a ground ball

It was Ruben Tejada’s error that allowed Jackie Robinson day to be so unpleasant, but was it really his fault? Ramirez, Acosta, and Batista shit the proverbial bed in keeping Pelfrey’s 2-1 lead safe. Of course Pelfrey’s 2-1 lead came from repeating an unsustainable Houdini act in which he managed to keep stranding base runners. All told Pelfrey allowed 8 hits and 2 walks over 6 innings which simply won’t cut it if he intends to maintain his 3.09 era for any reasonable length of time.

Assuming it’s safe to say that the difference between being behind 7-2 and 8-2 in the bottom of the ninth is negligible, we can eliminate Batista from the argument and therefore we are faced with two questions: who is more to blame, the relief pitcher who blew the lead, or the Relief pitcher who let the game get out of reach; and if it is the latter is that the fault of the fielder who let the inning continue or the pitcher, who after the error was committed, walked in a run and allowed a bases loaded double?

This begs the greater question, when does a team give up? If the Mets’ bullpen kept the braves offense to 3 runs would the Mets’ batters have played harder? If the Mets weren’t already behind would Acosta have been able to recover from the error? What we have to look at is the pivotal moment, when was the game no longer a game? By that logic it was probably over much earlier than any of the mentioned events. It was over the same moment the Mets season ended, when Mike Pelfrey took the mound. But alas, as much as we’d like to give it to Big Pelf it doesn’t seem fair. This loss’, and the third Wilpon Award of the Season will instead go to Manny Acosta, you should have gotten out of that inning and kept the game close. You may have escaped this round Ramirez, but be forewarned you’re on thin ice.

Manny Acosto blows some snot into his hand

MANNY ACOSTA CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE WON THE THIRD WILPON AWARD OF THE SEASON!

 

 

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The Wilpons Return and so will their Awards.

Dear Reader,

It is with great disappointment that I must inform you that The Wilpon Award will be returning for another season.  In an attempt to avoid the inevitable, those of us here at The Wilpon Award tried to ingratiate ourselves to other, less acid-reflux-inducing, teams. Unfortunately the result was the worst; we found ourselves flipping back to watch Mike Pelfrey pitching batting practice to any one of the three other teams within 500 miles of the Mets incredibly expensive training facility in Port St. Lucie.

After much hemming and hawing we decided as long as we were going to continue to watch and root for the Mets  — and subsequently get mocked mercilessly and laughed out of any decent conversation pertaining to baseball — we might as well preempt the inevitable and mock ourselves, our team, our allegiance, and most importantly these pitiful owners.

The Wilpon Award will once again strive to find the greatest failures, the biggest disappointments, the most abominable atrocities, and the saddest moments that happen between two foul lines. We will watch, albeit hiding our eyes, as many Mets games as our highly paid psychiatrists allow us to, in the hopes of finding a few bright spots in the team we once loved. Meanwhile, each day we will be awarding players who best encompass the traits the Mets Owners, Fred & Jeff Wilpon, value most: incompetence, idiocy, poor instincts, and of course failure.  It is with this sentiment in mind that we award our very first Wilpon Award of the season to the man who single-handedly is responsible for our reluctant return, Irvin Picard. For he, and he alone, could have done the honorable thing and put us all out of our misery by bankrupting this titanic of a baseball team. Thank you Irving, you could have backed over this gimp mutt, but instead you decided to keep on tearing down that country road toward brighter futures, letting us limp our way to the gutter, where we will inevitably suffer through a seemingly endless misery. I hope you’re proud of yourself.

Irving Picard looking really smug after making all Mets Fan's lives hell for the foreseeable future.

And the award goes to…

Mike Pelfrey helps Mets fans forget Oliver Perez.

In the fifth game of season the Mets sent “ace,” Mike Pelfrey to the mound… Enough said.

And the award goes to…

Mike Pelfrey was a clear leader, before the game even began, in the effort to win the first Wilpon Award. He had the odds stacked against him: he’s not ace material, he was way overmatched against Josh Johnson, and he plays for the New York Mets. It was almost as if he never stood a chance of not winning the award.

Although, like most baseball games, there were twists and turns that no one could have anticipated. Heading into the 7th inning it looked as if the Mets first game, and possibly their entire season, would be bereft of hits. They were anemic, pathetic, and laughable. Jose Reyes came the closest to a hit, leading off the game, when he didn’t outrun a Baltimore chop to second baseman, and perennial loafer, Omar Infante.

Jose Reyes thinking about his problems

Jose Reyes continued to go 0-4 at the plate, and only saved himself from being awarded the first Wilpon, when he returned the favor, and made a daring throw, with 1 out in the 5th and runners at 2nd and 3rd, and nabbed Infante at the plate. Had the play gone awry and the Marlins scored their 5th run of the game, surely Reyes would be on the hook. But alas as the fates would have it Jose is merely a footnote in this, the first chapter, of the book of failure.

Of course whenever a team loses the Manager is easiest to blame. More often than not it is the manager’s decisions in the crucial moments that can be most easily scrutinized. The closest thing the Mets had to a crucial moment decision was when Collins pulled Thole in the top of the 7th for a pinch hitter. After Harris had broken up the no-no with a double; and Beltran followed him with a double of his own, racking up the Mets’ first RBI of the season;  Pagan singled; and finally Emaus walked, loading the bases, with two outs; Collins made his move. Playing the lefty-righty match-up game, he pinch hit with Scott Hairston (a player, Alderson must have forgotten to cut)  who quickly struck out. Perhaps the move to show a complete lack of confidence in you starting catcher’s offensive ability isn’t the worst decision a Mets manager has ever made, in an opening day, but it’s close.

One of the unsung failures of this team’s freshman effort was ginger-beard, Blaine Boyer. Coming in to relieve us all of the tragedy that was Mike Pelfrey’s

Are you kidding me?

opening day effort, Boyer only pitched to 3 batters. Inheriting two runners, he was not held accountable for the run that crossed the plate during his tenure, but his overall aura reeks of impending failure. At the point when the other member of the highly vaulted, Mets’ bullpen allowed a run, my main focus wasn’t on the game; it was cleaning up all the vomit that had come spraying out of my person. Therefore Boyer embodies all that took place defensively after the 5th inning.

So we come back to Mike Pelfrey. Big Pelf. Ace. Number 1. Excuse me, as now there is more vomit for me to clean. Mike Pelfrey is a head case. When the bases were loaded we all knew the inevitable. It was a microcosm for the whole season. Not to beat a dead horse, but it was as if we were watching a movie about Napolean and assuming, in this fictionalized version, Waterloo would end in victory. Pelf never even stood a chance. I knew, you knew, the batter knew, Dan Warthen knew, even Pelfrey knew. You could see it in his eyes, on his face, after each foul ball, it was as if he was thinking “I can’t believe he didn’t hit a home run, okay, well I guess I’ll try again.” As soon as the grand slam was over Pelf, returning to his former self, retired the last two batters with ease. Of course it helped that one of them was the pitcher.

The debate was a close one in my mind, between Collins and Pelfrey. It was Pelfrey who lost the game, but it was Collins who chose to start him. Of course by that logic it was Alderson who chose not to get a better opening day starter, and

Serving up the first Wilpon Award

then of course it was Fred and Jeff Wilpon who decided to ruin everything I loved. As the rabbit hole goes, I suppose, we could just give the first award to Adam & Eve, and I was seriously considering it until I read this quote: “If I could end up being like [Johnson], that’d be great. But in reality, I think he’s a lot farther ahead than I am in his career. The guy’s obviously very, very talented and he was obviously very, very good tonight.” Mike Pelfrey and Josh Johnson are both 27 years old.  Mike Pelfrey wins the first Wilpon Award.