We’re snakebitten, baby.
That’s Fred Wilpon talking about his pride and joy, his disappointing and at times horribly depressing New York Mets. This is the story of an outer-borough striver who loved baseball and the Dodgers and trusted a swindler (no, not Oliver Perez—Bernie Madoff.) People are making a big deal about what Mets owner Fred Wilpon said about Carlos Beltran (calls himself a “schmuck” for signing him); Jose Reyes (not work Carl Crawford money); and David Wright (not a superstar, which he isnt.) Wilpon’s loose lips have everybody talking, but I can’t be mad. Everything he said is true, and he sounds, to me, just like every other sad Mets fan talking baseball at a barbeque or a bar. As the owner of the team—and responsible for a lot of the troubles going on right now—he should have tempered his quotes. But maybe he’s sick of saying what he’s supposed to say and felt that maybe he should say what he wants.
This is going to be a big PR mess for the Mets, who already have enough problems to deal with.