I have to say good bye to a friend.
I have to call it quits with Oliver Perez.
Once my favorite headcase.
Once my favorite Met.
Now, we are nothing.
It hurts to write these words.
There was a time when I looked forward to nothing more than watching Ollie P. pitch.
There was that game, April 11th 2007 against the Phillies where you walked 7 Oliver, and I made excuses.
May 23rd of this year, you walked 8 at Colorado. Oliver you are a major league pitcher and you walked 8 batters.
to add a little perspective, Johan Santana has walked 21 batters all season. Oliver, you walked more than a third that many in one outing.
April 30th of this year, 7 runs, 1 2/3 innings pitched against Pittsburgh.
And then there was the June 2nd massacre in San Francisco. The same San Francisco that I, the baseball savant, cannot name 8 players on their roster.
The game where Oliver Perez did not get out of the first inning.
I always suspected that you were a bit dim witted. That your left arm and snaggle tooth, not your superior brain power, had gotten you to this point in life.
Now I realize, you are simply an idiot.
And I am done with you.
Luckily for you, you are not the only one. I have basically stopped watching the Mets completely. I simply have better things to be doing with my time right now.
Good bye Oliver, and good luck with that next contract.