I’ve been as guilty of it as the next guy. I’ve had my patience wear thin with the seeming sloth-pace of a couple of off-seasons. I’ve been clamoring for the Mets to DO. SOMETHING. I’ve actually been missing the nonstop headline-mongering of Omar Minaya’s early days. And then I realize where it’s gotten me, as a fan: one playoff appearance, two epic collapses and five seasons of mediocre-at-best baseball. Maybe it is time for a different approach.
Yes, we fans were clamoring for some fresh air when Sandy Alderson arrived after the 2010 season. Yes, the more enlightened among us realized that Rome wouldn’t be built in a day. Yes, we knew in our heads that there would be at least a couple seasons of clear-cutting deadwood from the roster. Yes, we knew in our heads that building up the farm was the right way to go, and that is what’s been happening so far.
Our hearts are another matter.
In case you don’t read the papers, this is New York: patience is (perceived) weakness and yo...