Well this may come as no surprise to you, but the Mets are officially out of the Major League Baseball playoff hunt (and a little early) this year.  The New York "built like a house of cards in the wind" Metropolitans have suffered their most mortal blow:  Johan Santana is out with bone chips in his supremely expensive left elbow.  The team is in the world's greatest city (which happens to house some of mankind's most gifted doctors, trainers and massage therapists), yet whoever the Mets used to circumspectly press out their groin strains and administer health care should be shot with a shell full of rock salt!  Every starting position that the Mets have has been injured this season.  Every starting pitcher, closer, set-up guy, or starting fielder has been maimed in some way that put them on the disabled list and many of the back ups to these players have wound up getting hurt also.  In many areas of Citi Field it is no longer uncommon to see a third, fourth, or even fifth string player with a glove, or you might also see an array of ambulances, random Mets' employees running with crutches, runaway golf carts laden with confused players that think they fought in World War II and did not just get hit in the head with a baseball, or - dare I say it - Mr. Met lying face down in a casket.  My favorite mascot is going to need some serious off season voodoo/or magic to wake him up from this!