Was also the offseason of Mike Stanton and Rey Sanchez. The full effect of the goings (Valentine, Fonzie, Ordonez) and comings (MFY Stanton, useless Sanchez, Marlin Floyd, Brave Gl@v!ne, invisible Nakamura, Con Ed's own Art Howe) left me in as bad a place as I've ever been, Metwise, culminating in the night of May 9 when Jesse Orosco came on for the Padres with two out in bottom of the ninth and the Mets' tying run on third and I reveled in his strikeout of Roberto Alomar. I was rooting for Jesse to gain one more save at Shea and didn't care at all -- at all -- if the 2003 Mets were his victims. It wasn't even "I can't lose either way" rooting. Promotion of Jose Reyes and emergence of Jason Phillips began to draw me out of my funk, but I wasn't really back on board until May 18, 2004, when Cliff Floyd -- whose Fishiness and anti-Bobby Vness had faded -- beat Jason Isringhausen in approximately the same minute's span when Randy Johnson was perfect-gaming the Braves.