Angry Mets Fan Shakes Fist at Cloud

machiavelli.jpgThat last post was my funny-ha-ha one over the current Mets mess. Here’s my Howard Beale extravaganza.

First off, I shouldn’t have to give two rats’ deuces about the VP for player development. I doubt a fan of any other team could even give you the name of the man who fills this job for their favorite squadron. Only the Mets could staff this position with a shirt-ripping, street-fightin maniac.

As for Omar Minaya accusing a beat writer of trashing Tony Bernazard because he wanted a job with the team, that has to be straight-up the rock stupidest thing I’ve seen a GM in any sport do during a press conference.

Many writers have compared this mind-meltingly idiotic move to Bobby Valentine imitating someone who’s high trying to play baseball, which he did during the now-forgotten “the Mets-love-pot” kerfuffle. But at least Valentine did what he did as a failed attempt at humor. He wasn’t trying to ruin a man’s reputation.

The Mets are one of the richest teams in baseball. They play in a huge media market that attracts the biggest and the brightest in every conceivable profession from all over the country. All over the world. Are you telling me they can’t hire better people for their front office?

I’m not even talking about whoever scouts/develops talent–that’s a whole 17-volume set in itself. (Long story short: If the Red Sox can fill their FO with sabermetric geniuses and make a killing in the draft every year, despite big free agent signings, so can the Mets.) Are you telling me that their PR department can’t handle bad situations like these without making sure they turn into raging shitstorms?

They didn’t all just fall off the back of the turnip truck. These people should be very aware of the shark tank that is the New York newspaper world. In preparation for this press conference, did no one raise their hand and say, “We’re going to accuse a reporter of having a vendetta against us. A beat reporter for one of the biggest tabloids in the nation. Excuse me, but isn’t that fucking insane?!”

And let’s just assume for a moment that Adam Rubin, the Mets beat reporter for the Daily News who broke the Bernazard story, did write his stories because of some personal vendetta. Why on earth would you say that during a press conference, even if you had irrefutable proof? And how would that in any way mitigate the fact that Bernazard should be fired?

Woodward and Bernstein couldn’t have broken the Watergate story without Deep Throat. Everyone assumed that Deep Throat was some White House insider who was morally repulsed by the Nixon Administration, who felt the Republicans had gone too far and must be stopped. Turned out it was Mark Felt, an FBI lifer who was annoyed for getting passed over for a promotion. He mostly blabbed to the Washington Post out of spite, not out of some sense of patriotic duty. That’s disappointing as a storyline, but does it make Richard Nixon’s acts any less despicable?

Obviously, what Tony Bernazard did is nowhere near the level of Watergate. But my point is, how or why his offenses came to light has no bearing on the matter whatsoever. Even before yesterday, I assumed the Bernazard reporting had some sort of personal motive, since it was so unrelenting. When somebody gets slammed in the press again and again, it’s because some editor has decided he wants to get that guy fired–and it’s usually due to one agenda or another.

Regardless, if Bernazard really did what he was accused of doing, he deserved to be fired. And if Rubin was truly operating under a conflict of interest, he would have been more seriously accused of doing so. Once again, the Mets were able to take a nasty little molehill and transform it into a huge, festering mountain of stupid.

If my team is gonna engage is Machiavellian tactics, is it too much to ask they be good at them?

Omar Minaya’s Master Class in Throwing Gasoline on a Fire

omar2.jpgI’ve called this press conference to discuss recent actions by our VP for player relations, Tony Bernazard. But I’m not just going to announce his dismissal and take a few questions. No, that would be far too simple for this organization. So strap yourselves in and put your helmets on, folks. I’m gonna take you on Omar’s Wild Ride! The forecast calls for scattered patches of KUH-RAZY!

What Tony did was inexcusable and an embarrassment to this team. It was so embarrassing that I puzzled over his actions for hours, and wondered to myself, “How could I possibly make this incident even more embarrassing?”

And then it hit me: Why not slander a beat reporter? Oh Omar, you’ve done it again!

Our fans have come to expect no less from the Mets under my leadership. For some fanbases, the last three seasons of crushing losses and bitter disappointment would be enough. But Mets fans know that that no underachieving season is complete without some heaping fistfuls of salt rubbed right in their wounds.

I guess I’m just one of those people who sees things as they should be and says, “Why not?” Granted, not every incident has to turn this organization into an even bigger joke than it already is. Negative press is a lot minor league prospects: only a very few of them will ever turn out to be clusterfucks of epic proportions.

But why not reach for the stars? Why not try to make every mention of the Mets in the media a total kick in the dick for their fans?

For instance, when the time came to fire Willie Randolph, I knew I couldn’t simply give him his pink slip and send him on his way. No, I knew he had to be dismissed after the first game of a long West Coast swing, at 3 in the morning NY time. How better to disrespect a beloved former player and piss off the New York press corps at the same time?

And when Ryan Church suffered his second concussion of the season last year, any GM could have just sent him home to recover. No! It took a man of my leadership and skill to insist he remain with the team during a lengthy road trip, flying on planes, doing god knows what to his damaged melon and rendering him even more of offensive enigma!

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to prepare for our next promotion: the first 20,00 fans at tomorrow’s game receive a manila envelope containing the deepest, darkest secrets of their most treasured Mets heroes!

Didn’t you love Buddy Harrelson and Ed Kranepool back in 1969? You won’t, after you hear what they did during a series in Chicago that year. The details would turn any decent human’s stomach.

No need to thank me, fans!

The Pete Rose/Bud Selig Conference

budselig.jpgThanks for coming to see me, Pete. I’m just gonna lay it out on the line with you: I’m not gonna be commissioner forever, and I wanna make sure the only legacies I leave aren’t steroids and All Star Game ties. So I’m giving some serious consideration to lifting your lifetime ban.
peterose.jpg*pfft* About time. You still owe me for killing Bart Giamatti.
budselig.jpgBut first, I’ll need you to issue a formal public apology for betting on baseball.
peterose.jpgNo can do, chief. Pete Rose don’t roll that way. I’m like Fonz–I physically can not say I’m sorry!
budselig.jpgEven though you just said it.
peterose.jpgThat was just a hypothetical ‘sorry’. And so was that one. I can’t say it and mean it.
budselig.jpgHow about a half-assed, sarcastic apology?
peterose.jpgThat won’t do, either. Pete Rose is unfamiliar with sarcasm, irony, or any form of self awareness.

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