We’re back, and Wallace Matthews is kind of bad at his job.

My corner of the internet had been neglected for too long. You will notice I have cross posted 4 facebook notes here for the general public’s viewing pleasure(?), as well as a new one. You’ll notice it’s a series! How interesting!

Things have been quiet lately. I am recovering from a cold (oh no! the humanity!) and moving along through exciting times (a complete lie). I will, of course, obviously be trying to write here more than I have been.

I’m holding to my self-proclaimed indefinite moratorium on writing about the Mets, but I did write a very strongly worded letter to noted baseball writer/hack Wallace Matthews, following the lead of someone on my forum who thought that this article was ridiculous and needed to be spoken for. Baseball is serious business:

The difference between the Mets and the Phillies was quite clear. One bullpen was historically bad, one pitched over its head for an entire season. Your attempt to expand the issue beyond that into one of character or arrogance, while no doubt good material for your annual piece dancing on the Mets’ collective graves, is based pretty much entirely on conjecture. I don’t think I’ve heard too many Mets bemoan their bad luck in the past two weeks; Beltran went as far as to call out the bullpen right after the season ended.

If it was as simple as opening up a stats spreadsheet, though, there might not be anything more to say than that and it’d make it rather difficult to use totally nebulous reasoning to attack a team that, most people realize, had a particularly fatal flaw. And that would be bad for business.

Keep on trucking.

Oh, snap! Take that Wally! Not surprisingly, he did not respond, so I will assume that he was intimidated by my superior level of discourse. Yeah, that’s definitely it.

I would tell you to stay tuned for more updates, but if you’re bored enough to be here in the first place I can only assume you will be bored enough to return regardless.