What you waiting on? I present to you a perfect situation. Ain’t no need anticipating, no. Take that. Take that. -Usher
Public Service Announcement: Ok, listen, I have no love for the Mets. To me, the New York Metropolitans are just another baseball team. At this point, just another bad baseball team. But Jeff Francoeur has some nerve. In case you haven’t heard, Jeff Francoeur took some shots at his old team and they went a little something like this: “I always wanted to know what it was like to play meaningful baseball in New York and I’m going to have the opportunity.” Ouch! That’s not nice.
If I were a Mets a fan, I would say what Travis Bickle said. I would say, ”Your full of shit, man. What are you talking about? You walk out with those fuckin’ creeps and low-lifes and degenerates out on the streets and you sell your little pussy for peanuts? For some low-life pimp who stands in the hall? And I’m square? What world are you from?”
What world indeed. When Frenchy was traded, he was hitting a meager .237. When Frenchy was traded, he had smacked a paltry 11 dings. When Frenchy was traded, he knocked in a lousy 54 runs, Knock knock? Who’s there? Your walking papers bitch!
Francoeur also said, “Between Omar, Jerry and Jeff, they gave me the opportunity to come over here and play and I can’t thank them enough.” However, that’s not what he was saying before the trade to the Rangers. Before the trade to the Rangers, he was whining like a little girl. Stomping his little feet. Apparently his widdle feewings were hurt because he had to platoon with Fernando Martinez. They weren’t hurt when he signed his $5 million contract.
Jeff Francoeur can take all the shots at the Mets he wants but he should know this: He wasn’t all that good. His talent and production on the field didn’t match his ego. Whether in Texas or wherever else he lands, he will never get the playing time he yearns for. His play simply does not warrant it.
Peace out homies. Six two and Even!