The New York Mets are running out of time, games, and patience. Enter Sean Manaea: once a starter with a paycheck and a plan, now more like a guest at the bullpen party he wasn’t invited to. With six games left before the postseason curtain rises, the Mets can’t afford a man who treats high-leverage innings like a casual stroll. Some experiments are better left on the lab bench.
Manaea’s arm, for reasons no one can sugarcoat, has stopped inspiring confidence. He’s been entrusted with starts yet delivered enough chaos to make a circus look organized. The solution is simple, if not slightly humbling: keep him in low-pressure innings, where his presence is more ornamental than critical.