Holy, fucking shit I could not possibly care less. Seriously, take a shit on a plate, find a rabbi to bless it, then lock it in a room with a coked out Charlie Sheen and a porn star. That is how much interest I hold in the financial stakes of the Mets owners. Am I going to punch a pregnant lady in the stomach when Reyes ends up on the Yankees next year? Probably, but let's face it, the bitch had it coming.
The Mets have had a top 5 payroll for a decade and it got them a lot more Ollie Perezzes and Luis Castillos than it did playoff appearances. Are the Wilpons shitty owners who will never be able to bring a championship to the Mets? Again probably, but that's what people thought about King George until the Yankees started winning every year.
Don't get me wrong, I would love for Mark Cuban to come riding in a white horse to save the franchise. He seems like the type that is savvy enough to invest in smart baseball people, overpay in the draft for superior talent, and hire a training staff capable of keeping players healthy. Plus there is at least a 3000% chance he would end up fighting Jimmy Rollins at some point. That being said it has zero effect on the 2011 season and if my liver is any indication, that is the only season that really matters.
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