How can the New York Mets owners ever make up with the fans after years of torture and an offseason where it looked like they were on the way out?
Being a New York Mets fan can sometimes feel like being in a relationship with a person with a narcissistic personality disorder.
For the unaware, narcissistic personality disorder is a mental condition in which people have an inflated sense of their own importance, a deep need for excessive attention and admiration, troubled relationships, and a lack of empathy for others. While it isn’t intentional, after all, it is a DSM-5 classified disorder in which the patient is unaware of how their actions affect those they interact with, it still can lead to a lot of hurt especially for those who have to deal with the patient.
Hence the narcissistic personality disorder. The Wilpon family, namely Fred and Jeff Wilpon is obsessed with the back pages. They think that they can run the Mets when in actuality they’re basically James Dolan if he was cash strapped.
Jeff Wilpon, the very definition of a trust fund baby who’s mooching off his daddy’s gains, and who has never worked a day in his life sees the Mets as his passion project. He’s basically Olivia Jade Giannouli, Hunter Biden, Eric Trump, and Fredo Corleone rolled into one unappealing package, both an embarrassment to the Wilpon family as a whole, and someone who, outside of running the Mets into the ground, has contributed nothing of note or value.
And yet while he seems to think he is doing the right thing, he fails to realize that he’d be better off being hands-off.
Who suffers as a result of Wilpon mismanagement? The fans. The ones who pay to see a good product on the field in the nation’s largest media market. The ones who are forced to watch as homegrown stars are never given serious offers or any offer at all, and depart for riches elsewhere.
Under any normal circumstance, because of the years of mismanagement and the events of this offseason, fans would say the Wilpons are past forgiving, however, to play devil’s advocate, I decided to hold my nose and wade into the filth.
Is there any way the Wilpons can exit on a high note, or are they completely too far to forgive? Let’s take a look.