Willie's gone, and hallelujah for that. Good man, terrible manager. Jerry Manuel is an exceedingly intelligent guy who doesn't seem nearly as stubborn as Randolph, and much more clear-eyed. I would've greatly preferred that Backman take Randolph's place, but maybe Manuel will get it done. I'm willing to give him some time.
In a 162-game season, there are 50 games you're gonna win just by showing up, and 50 games you're gonna lose no matter what you do. You can file last night's 6-1 loss to the Angels under the latter.
The errors and Reyes tantrum were discouraging, but they're not the reason the Mets lost. The Mets' ace went up against the other team's ace. Lackey was dealing, Santana wasn't. That's why we lost.
This wasn't the Mets getting swept by the Padres. It was the Mets getting beaten in one game by the best pitcher on the best team in baseball right now.
I'm encouraged, if for no other reason than that Manuel implied he's going to go longer with the starters. That will cure a lot of ills.
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