Like I posted earlier last week when the Mets were imploding, they shoulda fired Willie Randolph immediately before the Mets would be golfing immediately. Now, tomorrow, they get the chance to do just what they're only fit to do: Golf, anybody?
People are fond of saying Randolph managed the team in a sort of "laid-back" manner. Heck, man, that's too laudatory a term for his approach to the game. When you see him staring out at the field from the dugout with his arms hanging like a deer's dead forelegs over the dugout fence, he resembles nothing more than that somnambulant creature caught in the headlights. In truth, he looks sedated, anesthetized, languid, unconscious. I don't know how the players ever held first place this long under the stewardship of this most uninspiring of managers.
Like I posted earlier last week when the Mets were imploding, they shoulda fired Willie Randolph immediately before the Mets would be golfing immediately. Now, tomorrow, they get the chance to do just what they're only fit to do: Golf, anybody?
People are fond of saying Randolph managed the team in a sort of "laid-back" manner. Heck, man, that's too laudatory a term for his approach to the game. When you see him staring out at the field from the dugout with his arms hanging like a deer's dead forelegs over the dugout fence, he resembles nothing more than that somnambulant creature caught in the headlights. In truth, he looks sedated, anesthetized, languid, unconscious. I don't know how the players ever held first place this long under the stewardship of this most uninspiring of managers.