When the Mets went through their collapse, I remember a couple of old time fans saying that Randolph needed to turn over a table in the clubhouse and kick some ass to get some attention. He didn't and the spiral never ended. I saw the same type of despair and desperation setting in on this team when they realized that they didn't have the horses to take them down the stretch. They were hoping to just tick off dates on the calendar before the entire lead was lost, but when they started to realize that the lead was shrinking faster than the dates were coming off the calendar, they shrank into their shells. Someone needed to shake things up-- the manager, a player. I was hoping Pedroia would shake things up, but after games he was giving the same vanilla interviews as everyone else. I could see it coming, because I had seen it before. It's a spiral of collective despair that fed on itself, game after game. My Met fan friends told me to stop watching before the weekend series against the Yankees. They could see it unfolding, and they knew it would make me miserable. As bad as this has been, it pales in comparison to losing 2 parents in 3 1/2 weeks. Perspective. Talk to you all soon. Lot's of good baseball discussions ahead, but I need to take a break.