For The Mets, It's TimeTo Clean House In Flushing

The time is just about right for a murder/suicide in Mets' Land. I’m not saying things are so bad that somebody should actually be killed (though watching the Mets offense these days is putting me in a coma and I’ve signed the appropriate papers for my wife to pull the plug if need be). I’m speaking figuratively here. The Wilpons should fire everybody (and I mean everybody), and then sell the team. There’s your murder/suicide. It hasn’t been a smooth ride for Fred Wilpon and son Jeff (why does Fred’s son have to take after Fredo Corleone? Couldn’t he have had a Michael or Sonny instead? Or should we go with a Sheriff Buford T. Justice/Junior analogy here?). Did the wrong owner leave? The Wilpons listen to the wrong people, hire the wrong people, sign the wrong people, and meddle in the wrong places. In the last 10 years (well, maybe 47), the organization has the reputation as sensitive, thin-skinned and incompetent. From Steve Phillips, ...