Fire Him!

After Carlos Beltran looked at a third strike to end last year’s Mets, we didn’t think it could get worse.

It did.

The best we can say about this year’s Mets is that the shlong they sucked in the sky reserved for baseball folding acts–the 1951 Dodgers, the 1964 Phillies, the 1978 Red Sox–is flavored with Yankee subterfuge.

For three years we’ve been saying the obvious: the Mets are led by a Yankee in Mets clothing. Willie Randolph, as those gazillionaires in the Bronx well know, is a Yankee. As such, he cannot be good for the Mets (let us not forget 1973, the last time a Yankee star–Yogi Berra–managed the Mets. How Berra led them to the promised land, then, in the final game against Oakland, refused them entry).

The recap: the Marlins scored 7 runs in the first half inning yesterday. The Mets so-called ace, Tom Glavine (not a true Met!), was worse than pathetic. The Mets, leading the division by an unsurmountable 7 games two weeks ago, with only 17 games to play, folded.