Check out all the empty seats at Citi Field on a recent Saturday afternoon. (Photo credit: Paul Hadsall)

In a column that he billed as the most depressing in Faith and Fear in Flushing history, Jason Fry writes about the Mets’ Death Spiral:

I know, I know: The end of the 1982 and 1993 and 2003 seasons were just as bleak. But, again: This time there is no money. The plan, to the extent there is one, appears to be more about survival than resurrection. I doubt even that will work. Eventually the math will finally catch up with the Wilpons, Bud Selig will be finally unwilling to extend them another lifeline, and they will sell. But when will that be? 2014, maybe. But what if it’s 2015 or 2016, or later than that? How much more damage will have been done to the franchise? How long will it take to fix it? And will the new owner even care to do so? What’s going to bring my kid back to the fold, to reignite his guttering fandom? And what about me — probably the second-biggest Mets fan you know?

Kind of hard for me to argue with any of his points…

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One response

  1. MJ says:

    There’s no crying in baseball! Stop yer whining, kid. Teams can and do win without humungous payrolls. Smart drafting, smart trading, smart signing. That’s why Sandy’s here and–aside from the complete lack of the “signing” portion between last season and this–he’s been doing a really good job. Nobody was happier to spend a million than Omar Minaya but, frankly, he couldn’t draft for squat–and THAT, not the lack of money, is why the Mets are in their current sorry state. Yes, it will be a few years. Yes, they’ll lose some fairweather fans. But we’ve been through this before and, trust me, you don’t know real suffering if you didn’t live through the M. Donald Grant dismantling of the 69 World Champions.