Meet The Mets! (There's A Golf Connection Somewhere)

As a New York ex-pat in the Washington D.C. diaspora, and former Mets fan (albeit one whose allegiance was subservient to my love of the New York Yankees), I must admit I am appalled by the play in Saturday’s NLDS playoff game in which the tide was turned for the Dodgers in the series, by all appearances.  (I am posting this because there must a golf connection in here somewhere, as many baseball players are linksters as well,)  The outcome of the play Saturday night in which the umpires ignored the “in the neighborhood “ rule for double plays is outrageous. Adding insult to the terrible injury to New York Mets shortstop Ruben

Outrageous!

Tejada,  the umpires in general and Major League Baseball in particular are to be ashamed of themselves.

The legacy of the in the neighborhood double play call is a vestigial organ in the 21st-century era of instant replay. Major League Baseball has eliminated the block-the-home-plate tradition by catchers after the terrible injury to Buster Posey of the San Francisco Giants several years ago. It is time to eliminate the in the neighborhood rule. If the neighborhood rule is to continue then the Posey Rule must be imposed for runners from first base sliding out of the base path in an attempt to break up the double-play. While it may be a great deal to ask of Major League Baseball to act consistently, the principal of the Posey rule must move 127 feet, 3 3/8 inches out to second base immediately to protect players and rectify the absurdity of the deliberate intention to hurt another player by sliding out of the base path.  (Utley’s suspension for two NLDS games is a slap on the wrist for his breaking Tejada’s leg and is a wildly inconsistent punishment by MLB; either Utley was in the base path and the slide was permitted, or he was out of the base path and he should have been called out.) 

In the meantime we can only imagine the response of the normally genteel New York crowd welcoming the Dodgers to Citi Field in the next game tonight. The famous Metropolitans’ signature song “Meet The Mets”

Mr.. Met Should Be Sad

may sound something like this:

MEET THE METS,
MEET THE METS,

Break his leg, Break his leg

Slide right on and break his leg

Shield the kiddies
Hide the wife
Guaranteed to have revenge tonight

Because the Mets are really rockin' the slide; pelting those batters with a fastball!

Second base, Third base

Everybody's spikes are high

Here come the M-E-T-S Mets of New York town!

to beat the Bums of Dodger Town!

Here come the M-E-T-S Mets of New York town

to inflict revenge on Dodger Town!


Oh, that Utley,  Donnie Basbell and the rest of the team,
What do they get? Rained Hell from the METS!

Hollerin' and cheerin' and they're jumpin' in their seats,

The fans are  screaming' and jeering' and they're foamin' at the mouth,

Why are they here ? To Goad THE METS!

All the fans are true screamin til theyre blue,
so hurry up and come on down -
'cause we've got ourselves a brawl club,
The Mets of New York town!
Give 'em hell!
Give 'em a hand!
And let 'em know your ragin' in the stand!
Come on and MEET THE METS,
MEET THE METS.