I was thinking about the Mets' woes recently.  Well, I've been thinking about the Mets' woes constantly, to be more exact.  It's what I do.

There are the usual jokes:  what gypsy did they piss off?  Is CitiField built on a Mohawk burial ground?  Has the Satanic deal for '86 finally come due?  Then I realized:  it all started with the phantom Yorvit Torrealba signing.  That's when we should have known there would be something very, very wrong with 2009.  It was the first chip in the facade that covered the dysfunction.

Call 2009 Yorvit's Revenge.