Our needs are obvious. We need younger and more durable starting pitching, we need more bench strength, and we need a decent hitter playing either in left field or at second base.
So do we pull out all the stops and all the cash to sign Barry Zito? Do we put together an irresistible package of prospects to get Dontrelle Willis? Do we try to get Alfonso Soriano?
Yeah, maybe. Whatever.
Some people are going to be angry at me for saying this.
If we put Lastings Milledge in left and had a starting pitching staff consisting of five of the following: El Duque, Heilman, Maine, Perez, Bannister, Pelfrey, and Humber, I wouldn’t mind. I wouldn’t mind at all.
Huh? What? Is this complacency? No. I’m not sure that this team would win the division. I like the uncertainty.
Is this a lack of desire to win? Am I a wuss? Damn straight, I’m a wuss. Wanna make something of it? Gate B. Opening Day. Two hours before the game. I’ll be there.
Of course I want to win. But I really don’t want to do the Yankee thing. That is no fun. I like the feel of the team as it is. I like the talent. I would rather find the surprises in a group of prospects than sign or trade for known quantities. Seaver and Koosman were fun. Gooden and Darling were fun. Wright and Reyes are fun. Zito, Willis, Soriano, or Moises Alou wouldn’t be as much fun. We know their stories. We don’t know Milledge’s.
I know what you’re thinking. We were all happy to sign Beltran or Martinez, when the Mets were trying to establish their credibility. Point taken. But I don’t want to overdo the free agent thing. I don’t want to upset the competitive balance too much. I don’t want to be focused on how the team will perform in the postseason. I don’t want a dynasty, and I am glad that dynasties aren’t really possible. Anything can happen in the postseason, thank God. Anything can even happen during the regular season.
All I want from the near future is a team that is fun to root for, and stays in contention. That’s all I want. I never want my hopes and desires to be replaced by expectations. I want winning to mean something. And I want losing to make me sad, not angry or embarrassed or frustrated.