"Willie Is The Reason For The Season..."

As I said in the Comments section of another blog today, let's face facts, folks. The problems with this team run deeper than either Willie or Omar... in fact, I believe they run right on up through the front office and land at the feet of none other than, yes, that's right.... Mr. and Mr. Wilpon.

Think about it. Many folks, including the fine writer on the other blog, make a very good case for the dismissal of not only Willie, but Omar. But there's a huge question looming there with regard to Omar, and it's this: has Omar been doing HIS OWN bidding, or the bidding of THE WILPONS? If he's created and maintained The Shea Slophouse/Flophouse all on his own, well, then, the answer is simple -- heeeeee's outta here! But if, on the other hand, he's been the patsy for Freddie and Jeffie, and has done nothing more than follow The Wilpon Game Plan, well, then, I submit, we have a much deeper and larger and insurmountable problem -- the ownership of the Mets.
As none other than the venerable and ubiquitous meanballer has been saying for year after year after year... in post after post after post... and basically has suffered more than one Willie could ever endure as thanks for it.

Well, meanie, I say this to you: I was wrong. I admit it. You were right; you tried to tell us, albeit ad nauseum, but you did try. I guess I just did not want to face the fact that we were stuck with this Godforsaken piece of shit ownership for the next, say.... well, I'll be dead by then, mercifully.

So on that happy note, I'm going to stick with an easy mantra, one we all understand, a slogan for change that can actually be accomplished, that we can all embrace and hold out as our salvation, and it's this: Willie Is The Reason For The Season.

I'm sure my Christian friends out there will appreciate the derivative nature of that there mantra. But you don't have to be Christian to embrace it; you just have to be a disgusted, frustrated Mets fan.

So repeat after me: Willie Is The Reason For The Season. This season, last season. He's the reason.

Hallelujah.

Bye bye, Willie. I'm not excusing you; you deserve to be fired, in my book, for many reasons. But it's far deeper then you, me, and the next guy -- it goes right to the smelly and clueless top.