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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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Mets Lose 4-0

Terry Collins tries to give his life meaning

It would be unfair to give the Wilpon Award for the Mets’ second loss to Johan Santana, due to his yeoman’s effort; and despite having awarded non-players before it seems unreasonable to award the honors to Larry Vanover, since he doesn’t really qualify as a Wilpon hire (although you never know, he might be on some undocumented payroll for the team); so it whose left?

Terry Collins is a strong candidate for getting thrown out arguing a call on behalf of Jason Bay. Of course Jason Bay is a strong candidate for, well, being Jason Bay. Ramon Ramirez certainly didn’t have his strongest stuff, and while his past performances have been intrinsic in getting the Mets the 4 wins prior to this game, The Wilpon Award does not reflect on one’s history, only the here and now! With no players self-selecting with horrible errors or miscues it really comes down to these three: Ramirez, Bay, and Collins. A relief pitcher who struggled with 3 walks, an anemic hitter who complained about bad umpiring but couldn’t hit the ball even if it was a strike, or a manager who went to bat for a hitter who was upset about a bad call despite being unable to hit the ball if it had been a strike. Well, Ramirez is spared by the combined idiocy of Bay and Collins, and so we can solve the problem by answering the age old question, “Whose the more foolish, the fool or the fool who follows him?”

TERRY COLLINS CONGRATULATIONS! You have won the year’s second Wilpon Award.  You are granted the honor not only for having been thrown out of a game defending Jason Bay’s honor (cough), but for continuing to put the impotent canadian in your line-up!

Terry Collin wins the second Wilpon Award

When it rains it pours.

Collins hadn’t won a single Wilpon Award until Wednesdays game, then he has to go and call out his team at being too eligible for Wilpon Awards, only to see the team exemplify everything a Wilpon award represents. Two awards in as many days.

Laugh it up, fuzzball.

At the game: 4/14

Double?

Watching the Mets live is good. Turning to your father in the 7th inning when Terry Collins pinch hit for Jon Neise with Brad Emaus and saying “Do you think he’s preparing to prove to the world that he understands how to do a double switch?” Followed by lots of joking about his incompetency level, only to discover that in fact Collins did not do a double-switch even when Daniel Murphy made the last out of inning is outrageous. You win Terry, you win.

Another Day another Wilpon Award.

It was over in the 3rd inning.  I knew, you knew, and the city of New York knew.

Willie Harris...

To be perfectly honest, we all knew before the season even began, but we’ve been holing our breath. Waiting, hoping that the honeymoon could continue, but alas it could not. On Monday night the New York Mets played exactly like we had been expecting them to all year. They fulfilled our wildest nightmares of precisely what this team would be. In all honestly, there is no surprise they were as bad as they were, the only surprise is that it took them so long to perform as such.

It all began in the third inning. Jonathan Herrera hit a fly ball that should have been an easy out. Instead when Willie Harris arrived at the location the ball would drop he shielded his eyes, reminiscent of Matthew Block from Mets of the Rustic Canyon Little League Baseball season of 1996. As if the ball was the sun itself falling into the earth, his knees buckled and his arms covered his upper body. The ball, just as it did so often to poor Matthew Block in the ’96 season, fell right behind him. The mistake was ruled a double, and then a run scored, and then the beginning of the end.

The shame didn’t end there. The Mets’ anemia at the plate continued, but more

Pelfrey started the fire.

importantly, so did Pelfrey’s sub par year. Looking like he was giving birth on the mound through most of the game, Pelfrey managed to not ruin his outing until the 6th. Pelfrey’s line culminated with 5.1 innings pitched, 6 hits, 4 walks, 4 runs, of which only 3 of were earned improving his ERA to a respectable 10.80. I don’t know what is left to say about Mike Pelfrey. He sucks? He’s garbage? Oliver Perez who?

Luckily for Big Pelf, he wasn’t the biggest embarrassment on the field.  One thought it wouldn’t have taken much for him to win the 3rd Wilpon Award in as many starts, but instead the competition was tough.  In the past Pelfrey was so bad no one else would have even had gotten a shot at the Wilpon, but perhaps out of fear, or out of desire he managed to escape total failure.  Of course, as Dr. Ian Malcolm — a reference I only googled to make sure I got the name right — so astutley pointed out, “Life finds a way.” And on Monday not only did Pelfrey find a way to give another Met a chance at the much coveted award, but other Mets found a way to out-do him.

Bobby Parnell you poor, pitiful, sack of trash. In the top of the 8th, in a tie game, after a wild pitch that put a runner on third, Bobby Parnell earned himself the World’s most deserved Wilpon Award.  In what was ruled a “fielder’s choice,” Parnell, instead of choosing to throw the ball to the catcher,  chose to throw the ball to Keith Hernandez in the media box.  Luckily for the Mets, baseball does not have the same rules as cricket, the runners were only allowed to score once on this particular play. While Willie Harris’ missed fly ball may have signified the end of the game, this errant throw seemed to signify the end of the season, or at least the beginning to what is sure to be a long one.

Who?

A double-what?

Before closing it needs to be stated the Terry Collins is a moron. At first things were looking good, it almost seemed as if he knew what he was doing. But interview after interview it shows that he’s in just a little bit over his head. He has the perpetual look of a deer in the headlights. Add to it that he seems unknowing of how to execute a double switch, and you have a full blown failure. In the late innings of Sunday Night’s game, the boys on SNY tried to save him embarrassment, by claiming that Collins intended to have Frankie Rodriguez only pitch to one batter, but the truth is the truth. Beltran should have come in and hit 9th, and Rodriguez should have been pitching from the 6th spot in the order. Collins is still bereft of a Wilpon Award, but you can rest easy as he is sure to get one soon…

Wilpon Award 4/10

In an extra inning game, with many positive and negative signs, there was a particular man who truly deserved the award: D.J. Carasco. However, D.J. will be spared because one other player who out-earned D.J. in the spot for biggest failure. This man was so bad he was sent down immediately following the game.

Blaine Boyer says goodbye.

We say goodbye to Blaine, and happily award him the 10th Wilpon Award. To be perfectly honest, Blaine might not have deserved it most. Terry Collins, along with Carasco made strong arguments for being selected. However, it goes to Blaine because we, here at The Wilpon Award, don’t think he’s ever coming back, and we want to be equal opportunity.

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.