Schneider: You Can Run, But You Can't Hide

With the shocking turn of events over the past ten days comes a renewed enthusiasm, which will be on display this weekend in Philadelphia. And as we get pumped for this series, we will all appropriately focus an intense animosity toward the usual suspects: Utley, Howard, Werth, Victorino, and that vile cesspool of humanity known as the Philadelphia sports fan. But let us not forget the role players in this rivalry. And let us specifically remember Phillies catcher Brian Schneider, one of the worst players I have ever seen play the game.

The Mets brought Schneider in after growing tired of Paul LoDuca's off the field antics and, what they thought, was his too intense personality. And boy did they get what they wanted. Schneider wasn't just useless, he represented everything that the Mets of the last few years were: he was an antiseptic personality, who couldn't hit, couldn't field, and couldn't catch- and I mean he literally couldn't catch the ball. By the end of 2008 just looking at Schneider was a constant reminder of what the Mets had become: a soft and gutless baseball team. And by 2009 just plain bad was added to the mix.

So, as we desperately look for reasons to think that these Mets are different than the embarassment that they have become- and as we have been given just a LITTLE hope that that may be the case- let us not forget our recent past. Let us not forget the losers that dared wear and disgrace the great New York Met Uniform. And lets not let those losers forget what they really are and the ramifications their patheticness has had on all of us. Listen to the Bell Schneider, It Tolls for Thee.