Should He Stay Or Should He Go?
With pundits and fans everywhere arguing their position on Willie Randolph, that old Clash song “Should I Stay Or Should I Go” is frighteningly relevant these days.
Always tease tease tease
You’re happy when I’m on my knees
One day is fine, next day is black
So if you want me off your back
Well come on and let me know
Should I stay or should I go?
Though, I think some of the lines above would be sung by we fans, as the Mets seem to be “teasing” us lately, with one game fine but the next one “black”.
And then, there’s a part where the song alternates with lyrics in Spanish — and I can almost hear Carlos Delgado (another man many are undecided about) doing those parts:
This indecision’s bugging me
Esta indecision me molesta
If you don’t want me, set me free
Si no me quieres, librame ….
Should I stay or should I go?
As you know, I’m not blaming Willie for the Mets’ current record — nor am I congratulating him for it, either. I’m not convinced there’s a manager out there who would be a better fit and/or lead this team to more victories. There are more problems with the Mets beyond Willie’s control — many which were not addressed during the offseason and were pointed out here all winter (i.e., starting pitching depth, a RH bat, the downward spiral of Carlos Delgado, etc.).
On the one hand,
Mark Healey at Gotham Baseball agrees that Wilie should stay,
Sure, it’d be nice if Randolph was a more adept technician, especially when it comes to the pitching staff. Isn’t his pitching coach supposed to be the best in all of baseball? Oh, and in case that’s read as a call for Rick Peterson’s head, I’m simply stating a fact that there’s plenty of blame to go around.
Yes, Randolph has chinks in his armor, but so does his team.
On the other hand, John Peterson makes some good points stating why Willie should go:
The play is lackadaisical. Willie says chill-ax. The Mets act like they don’t care if they win or lose, because they still get paid in the end. And even the most crushing failureâ€”missing the playoffs last yearâ€”results in no punishment for anyone, not even the manager, who heaps the blame on the players and takes a pat on the back from the front office.
Right, that was last year. But what has changed from one year to the next? Are the Mets destroying their opponents left and right? Are they playing with a fire not seen since the Valentine years of the late 90â€™s? Is there an evident determination in their hearts? Is there a sense of destiny, a rightful taking of what is theirs? There is not.
Should Willie stay or should he go? The fact the question is out there only 30 games into the season is troublesome, because unless / until the Mets go on a crazy hot streak and start running away with the NL East title, the question will linger like a black cloud above Willie’s head for the next 130 games. That will make for one weary summer — for all of us.
Esta indecision me molesta.