Our future, our chance, our hope, our star, our ticket to the Promised Land, our $137,000,000 dollar man, is in jeopardy.
How can the Mets even fathom not shutting down Johan or even sending him to NY for an MRI? Do they feel that since they signed Livan, there is a no need to worry? Or maybe since Pedro is still out there - we can grab him and everything will be fine? Something tells me that this is more than just the mere lacking of a clubhouse presence. We're gonna need "The One" here. (Sorry fans, even Mr. Gee is not the answer. Not yet at least).
With Citi Field on its way, and Met fans feeling jittery with the revamped and most powerful bullpen in baseball (without a bad Sanchez and Feliciano), the only way our goal can be accomplished is if Mr. Santana is feeling ace-like and super healthy. If need be (and we hope not) who will go on 3 days rest? Or better yet who would you want to?.... If it weren’t for all those blown opportunities by the bullpen last year, Santana would have gotten at least seven more wins, not to mention the Cy Young (Ehem, Cy Young!). This is not something we can relax about. This is a very serious matter. If Santana were to miss some time, that would be a worm in the Mets' apple (which was, BTW, moved to Citi Field).
We had everything going for us. The bullpen was freshly stocked. The young stars were looking like, well, stars. We had enough number 5 starters to start a new team (a not so good team) and our last year players were looking delightfully good (yes, even Castillo). And it was all merry, until now.
Should we freak? Perhaps.
Should we be worried about our ace? Yes.
Should we then instead root for the Cubbies? No. Heck No.
But why? Why should we invest our emotions into a season in which our Maine-man might be someone who is coming off a weak 2nd half last year? Why should we put our hope (there's that hope again) into a team that might not have its anchor...its leader?
As if we were stuck in a never before seen circumstance, the first of its kind, the draft copy, we see that there is nowhere to go but to turn to our, perhaps, weakened leader and ask him for sagely guidance.
(turn to Johan for sagely guidance)
Johan, what do you see in our future?
(listen to response)
I, Johan Santana tossed a 46-pitch bullpen session Wednesday and then predicted I would take the ball on Opening Day in Cincinnati on April 6.
(begin "the corny Eli From Brooklyn ending")
What else do you expect from a man who does wonders with a mere white inanimate sphere-like object? What do you say to player who constantly proves that 3 days rest is just as good as 4?
The Answer? Nothing. Nothing at all.
(but just in case the baseball gods are listening...)
Amen, Santana, Amen.