Fred Wilpon celebrates a Mets touchdown.
With Ben Sheets joining the ranks of free agents to spurn the Mets this offseason, Omar Minaya has taken a lot of heat, and deservedly so.  He’s a fucking moron, and he’s the only GM in the history of the sport to turn a 120 million dollar payroll into a heaping pile of dog shit. Actually, scratch that, I’m pretty sure Steve Phillips accomplished a similar feat, which brings me to my point. While no one can deny that the front office is completely inept, the Mets have a much bigger problem. Ownership, namely Fred and Jeff Wilpon, has spent the past 8 years driving this franchise into the ground after buying out Nelson Doubleday’s stake in the team in 2002. Since then, the Wilpons’ incompetence has trickled down throughout the organization, infecting the management and staff with some mutant retard super bug. Lets take a look at some of the more notable debacles perpetrated by these two clowns.
-After firing Steve Phillips in 2003, the Wilpons allowed then INTERIM general manager Jim Duquette to trade away Scott Kazmir, one of the nation’s top prospects, for Victor Zambrano. The first of many warning signs that the Wilpons were asleep at the wheel.
-That same year, Fred Wilpon took it upon himself to negotiate with free agent Tom Glavine, and gave him a 40 million dollar contract after the former Braves pitcher had the worst year of his career. I guess the scouting department (AKA Jeff Wilpon) was on vacation that day.
-In 2005, Fred Wilpon hired former Montreal Expos general manager Omar Minaya. Because that franchise had so much success.
-Jeff Wilpon played a large role in designing Citi Field in 2008, the Mets new stadium that honored the Brooklyn fucking Dodgers and made David Wright, the face of the franchise, look like Endy Chavez. Nepotism at it’s finest.
-In 2009, the Wilpons decided to give 700 million dollars to Bernie Madoff. Had I known that they were throwing away money, I would have sold them my “Memory Foam Throne” toilet seat idea.
-Yesterday, it was revealed that the Met’s front office has been operating without a budget for the past several years.  Even Carrot Top has a yearly budget for his steroids and tanning salon visits.
The bottom line is that this franchise is doomed. Mets fans can only hope the Wilpons continue on this path and eventually bankrupt themselves and sell the team.  But I for one am not going to wait around and hope for a day when I can wear a Mets hat with pride. Ownership has put the last nail in the coffin, and my time as a fan of this team has finally come to an end. At least I’ll never have to endure another merengue night again.
