Lets not quibble over what percentage of the Citi Field crowd booed Jose Reyes in his first at-bat Tuesday night. Well be kind and say only half declared war on the shortstop, even though it probably was more. But no matter after the third inning, Reyes was treated to an ugly, full-blown trashing, which shouldve embarrassed any decent, fair-minded Mets fan.
Reyes did nothing wrong signing with the Marlins, the only team to offer him a contract last winter. The idea that Reyes is a traitor or garbage as he was taunted during batting practice isnt just bad revisionist history, its an insult to the legacy of the most complete player to ever wear a Mets uniform.
You want to believe Reyes never was coming back? Heres the better question: How can anyone know for sure, because Sandy Alderson wasnt given permission to make an offer? The GM talked parameters with agent Peter Greenberg, but that was an empty exercise to cover for his bosses, the Wilpons, who didnt have enough cash to write Reyes another check.
Truth is, the Mets were relieved thrilled the Marlins came along with their six-year, $106 million deal. Sure, it exceeded Reyes actual worth, but it succeeded in neatly taking the Wilpons off the hook. It allowed ownership to sell its postmortem spin to a fan base that needed to blame someone: If thats the money Reyes was looking for, he never intended to play in Flushing again, anyway.
So the Wilpons have it both ways now. They pocketed Reyes salary and allowed him to look like the deserter. But what else was Reyes supposed to do with the Marlins offer, except to say yes? The real crime is that the Wilpons never reinvested any of that money on a reliable bench, which is too thin to absorb the sudden injuries to Jason Bay and Mike Pelfrey.