What state are the Mets even in right now? Do they have a physical state? Can we put them through a time machine like on Lost where Moises Alou’s legs can heal like John Locke, where Carlos Beltran can relive his 2004 glory like Jack, and where a mysterious black smoke can swallow up #48 so he is never seen again like Mr. Eko? Each week for most weeks Rick or I have wrote the State of the Mets article and posted it on Monday to recap the week that was and look at the progress over the season compared to other years in Mets history. However, how do you keep writing a structured article week after week when there is no structure or stability on this team? The manager is on a red eye to California not knowing whether he will actually have a job when he lands. The lineup changes from day to day depending on who is actually healthy enough to play. The rotation while seemingly stable for now has seen its new faces over the season. They have even seen completely different pitchers from game to game with Maine, Pelfrey and especially Ollie Perez. The only guarantees in life are death and taxes. The only constants with this team are 6+ innings from Johan Santana and 9 innings of David Wright. Maybe inconsistency is this team’s constant. The culprits this week include John Maine, Billy Wagner, Sandy Alomar, Billy Wagner, #48 and Billy Wagner. Hell, Oliver Perez dished out a gem this week. I am officially building a bomb shelter. How can you have expectations for a season when this team and it’s individual players are consistently inconsistent from week to week? I mean…did we really all get excited over the Trot Nixon acquisition this weekend? Really?

I am officially rambling incoherently enough to be committed, but hopefully the point is sinking in. Much like season 2 of Lost and this posting, this Mets team has no direction. There is no turning point. There is no break through. It’s as if they have exhausted every possible way to torture their fan base and are searching for new ideas. So yes I am down in the dumps over this team right now. I am more cynical than necessary. I can’t muster up the energy to rally the troops like Rick Briamonte. However I’ll still watch, I’ll still root, I’ll still hope for the best and of course I will still tailgate like a champ. Even next week, after a week off of having to write the same crap about this team, I will go back to a traditional state of the Mets. Right now though, I will sit and wait for someone to move the Mets island into a time where winning baseball is the constant, and Trot Nixon isn’t our savior.