Now get lost.
How bad are the Mets that they can't even fire their manager the right way. They make the move that everyone wanted, but look like a bunch of jack-asses in the process. Woke up this morning to Scandal's 1982 classic "Goodbye to You" and found out Randolph is gone. After a win. In California. Announced by a 3:15AM EST (What the fuck, Omar?) press release.
I'm starting to believe Minaya doesn't understand the concept of time. Maybe that's why he's leaning on a first baseman and an outfielder from the Mesozoic.
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