I Dream of Jeff

Lest this sound a little creepy, I want to preface the below by noting a few facts in my defense.

First off, though I run a Mets blog, I am not the kind of guy who adorns his bedroom with an unhinged amount of Mets memorabilia. Not knocking those people, but I've never been the guy with the Mr. Met clock or blue and orange bedding.

I'm obsessed with the Mets but Y2K is my general avenue for that obsession. Few of my friends are as passionate about the team as I am, and I respect the difference in interest level; I don't boorishly make every conversation about the Mets or anything like that. I have interests beyond baseball.

In spite of all that, something strange, unexpected, and slightly disconcerting happened to me Monday night.

I dreamed of Jeff Wilpon.

Or well, a version of Jeff Wilpon anyway. It was most definitely supposed to be him, but my dream's version of him didn't look a lot like the man. There was the jet black hair in a slightly goofy cut, but the rest of him was indistinguishable from anyone else.

In my dream we weren't in an office setting, it was as if me and some unidentifiable friends had run into him on the streets of New York in the course of a night out and he'd decided to hang out with us.

We talked about the Mets, and let me tell you, the conversation wasn't encouraging. Dream Jeff Wilpon had a remote understanding of on base percentage, and of statistical analysis broadly. Pressed to explain player moves the team had made, his answers showed all the sophistication of a Joe Morgan.

Dream Jeff Wilpon fessed up that the organization had lost a lot of money with Madoff, and that free agent signings would be hard to come by. He was really quite distraught at the state of the team, certain that we'd be lousy again in 2010.

When asked if he could give the Glass Man his dream job with the Mets, to bring me on board to help turn things around, Dream Jeff Wilpon responded, as if he was confiding in me, that there were no jobs to give because money was so tight.

It was, all things considered, a pretty frightful apparition.

What's it all mean? Honestly, I'm not sure how deep down the rabbit hole I'm prepared to go on this one. But I want to believe there's hope for us yet. These were visions not of things as they would be but rather as they could be. There's still time to fix the future, still room to hope for better.

Unless of course Real Jeff Wilpon bears more resemblance to Dream Jeff Wilpon than I would have otherwise let myself believe. If that's the case then god help us.

- A.F.O.M.G.