Someone above the managerial pay grade — the owner, the GM, maybe the seasoned in all things Mets Omar MInaya — needs to inform Mickey Callaway that it is September now.
It is not just that Callaway’s hold on his job is tenuous — actually tenuous might be too sturdy of a word to describe Callaway’s hold — it is that the whole Mets season is on life support. The organization’s rally cry recently has essentially been, “yeah, we stink, but so does the whole division.” Not exactly, “Give me liberty or give me death” in the inspiration department.