In a piece I posted on Friday, I spoke of an "embarrassment of riches" the Mets would be enjoying as Alou, Sosa and El Duque were all returning form injuries or disciplinary measures.  I spoke of new found depth, and the luxury of having a bevvy of good, healthy outfielders.  Our cup runneth over, I implied.

In the 48 hours since my one-man jinx-a-thon, Shawn Green broke a bone in his foot and Carlos Gomez strained his hamstring.  I wrote what I thought was an Innocent little piece on Friday morning and by Saturday night, its 2 soldiers down.  The way I see it ,  If I don't back down in this game of "Spiritual chicken" I've gotten myself into immediately, and show remorse for my boastful tone, we are just going to keep losing  starters one after another, like tin cans being shot off a fence.  By this time next week, we could be fielding an outfiled of 2 ushers and a ballboy.

So let me say here and now, I get it....I was wrong.....I spoke out of line....I acknowledge and retract.....Lesson learned....Never count your money whem youre sitting at the table......as Lou Costello would say, "I've been a baaaaaaad boyyyy".  Now... would someone please tell the baseball gods I've come hat in hand, and am asking with both humility and enlightenment...PLEASE CALL OFF THE WHAMMY!!! 

What galls me the moist is that I know better.  There are some things you just don't do.  Never mention the no hitter in the middle of  game.....simple rule.  Don't leave early to beat the traffic.  These are lessons you learn in the Fan 101 handbook.  Talking up how healthy you are in May is a bush-leauge error...a rookie mistake.  As Pacino's Ricky Roma told Williamson in disgust,  "you'd know it if you worked a day in your life...".  I'm too old and too seasoned for this.  Won't happen again.