GaryMrMets
05-06-2003, 02:05 PM
http://www.nypost.com/sports/mets/35153.htm
REY'S GOOD CUT DESERVES ANOTHER
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May 6, 2003 -- REY Sanchez has finally done the Mets a solid, has fi nally proved that the team was right to invite him to be a member of the Shea Stadium Lawn Tennis & Croquet Club this year. Finally, he has emerged in a leadership role. Tacitly volunteered for the job, in fact.
Sanchez, in the loudest possible voice, has now given Art Howe, Steve Phillips and the Waste Management firm of Wilpon & Wilpon an opportunity to prove they really do understand what is needed to turn the surreal circus that circulates around their clubhouse into something resembling a professional organization.
By cutting Rey Sanchez.
Now. Immediately. Today.
You think that's too over-the-top a punishment for Sanchez getting a little off the top in the clubhouse during a game while his team was getting pounded? You're crazy. Sanchez may not be the ace of diamonds in Mets' fans personal deck of most-wanted playing cards, but at this point he is clearly the face - or the sideburns, bangs, and neatly parted hair - of this buffoonish cartoon strip of a club.
Howe, in a statement, assured Mets Nation that, "the situation will be assessed and adreessed." In Howe-speak, this means he will spend much of today hiding under his desk, smiling absently for his players, handing out empty quotes and doing absolutely nothing before managing nine more innings of perfectly milquetoast baseball.
I want Art Howe to prove me wrong on this.
Mets fans are begging Howe, and Phillips, and the Wilpons, to prove them wrong, too. Sanchez has made it easy for all of them. Ditch him now. Pay off the rest of his contract, and chalk it up as punitive damages for ever allowing his sneering, sniggering presence into a clubhouse that clearly welcomes sneering, sniggering presences the way a haunted house greets a ghost.
Is Jose Reyes ready to assume the rigors of everyday life in the big leagues? Nobody knows that for sure. Would it be ideal to give him the full year of Triple-A competition that the Mets have so steadfastly vowed they will give him? In a perfect world, yes, absolutely.
But nobody is confusing the Mets' world for anything close to perfect right now, or even remotely professional. The nonsense has gone on long enough. Amputating Mo Vaughn from this bunch, however unwittingly, was a nice first step. Eventually, removing the somnambulant Roberto Alomar will have the same effect.
But Rey Sanchez, team leader that he is, has been nice enough to volunteer to be the first one out the door. This has to happen. Has to.
The entire length and breadth of Howe's credibility as a manager hinges on how he deals with Sanchez. It's far too late for Phillips to salvage whatever shreds remain of his credibility, but if he wants to prove he's doing more here than merely playing out the string before being asked to turn in his playbook, he'd better back Howe up on this. Assuming Howe is prepared to do the right thing.
Of course, you can go weeks at a time watching these Mets without once seeing them do the right thing on the field - moving runners along, running out ground balls, looking anything other than perfectly content to continue to steal Fred Wilpon's money.
For once - for once! - can we see a sign from someone, anyone, that the nonsense is going to stop here? If Sanchez and his perfectly coiffed 'do are allowed back in the clubhouse again, we might keep asking ourselves that for a good long while.
After all: one good cut deserves another.
http://www.nypost.com/photos/web05060383.jpg
ART HOWE
Time for a trim?
REY'S GOOD CUT DESERVES ANOTHER
http://www.nypost.com/photos/mvaccaro.jpg
May 6, 2003 -- REY Sanchez has finally done the Mets a solid, has fi nally proved that the team was right to invite him to be a member of the Shea Stadium Lawn Tennis & Croquet Club this year. Finally, he has emerged in a leadership role. Tacitly volunteered for the job, in fact.
Sanchez, in the loudest possible voice, has now given Art Howe, Steve Phillips and the Waste Management firm of Wilpon & Wilpon an opportunity to prove they really do understand what is needed to turn the surreal circus that circulates around their clubhouse into something resembling a professional organization.
By cutting Rey Sanchez.
Now. Immediately. Today.
You think that's too over-the-top a punishment for Sanchez getting a little off the top in the clubhouse during a game while his team was getting pounded? You're crazy. Sanchez may not be the ace of diamonds in Mets' fans personal deck of most-wanted playing cards, but at this point he is clearly the face - or the sideburns, bangs, and neatly parted hair - of this buffoonish cartoon strip of a club.
Howe, in a statement, assured Mets Nation that, "the situation will be assessed and adreessed." In Howe-speak, this means he will spend much of today hiding under his desk, smiling absently for his players, handing out empty quotes and doing absolutely nothing before managing nine more innings of perfectly milquetoast baseball.
I want Art Howe to prove me wrong on this.
Mets fans are begging Howe, and Phillips, and the Wilpons, to prove them wrong, too. Sanchez has made it easy for all of them. Ditch him now. Pay off the rest of his contract, and chalk it up as punitive damages for ever allowing his sneering, sniggering presence into a clubhouse that clearly welcomes sneering, sniggering presences the way a haunted house greets a ghost.
Is Jose Reyes ready to assume the rigors of everyday life in the big leagues? Nobody knows that for sure. Would it be ideal to give him the full year of Triple-A competition that the Mets have so steadfastly vowed they will give him? In a perfect world, yes, absolutely.
But nobody is confusing the Mets' world for anything close to perfect right now, or even remotely professional. The nonsense has gone on long enough. Amputating Mo Vaughn from this bunch, however unwittingly, was a nice first step. Eventually, removing the somnambulant Roberto Alomar will have the same effect.
But Rey Sanchez, team leader that he is, has been nice enough to volunteer to be the first one out the door. This has to happen. Has to.
The entire length and breadth of Howe's credibility as a manager hinges on how he deals with Sanchez. It's far too late for Phillips to salvage whatever shreds remain of his credibility, but if he wants to prove he's doing more here than merely playing out the string before being asked to turn in his playbook, he'd better back Howe up on this. Assuming Howe is prepared to do the right thing.
Of course, you can go weeks at a time watching these Mets without once seeing them do the right thing on the field - moving runners along, running out ground balls, looking anything other than perfectly content to continue to steal Fred Wilpon's money.
For once - for once! - can we see a sign from someone, anyone, that the nonsense is going to stop here? If Sanchez and his perfectly coiffed 'do are allowed back in the clubhouse again, we might keep asking ourselves that for a good long while.
After all: one good cut deserves another.
http://www.nypost.com/photos/web05060383.jpg
ART HOWE
Time for a trim?