�What the [bleep] are you doing?� Collins shouted, according to a person who�d been made aware of the exchange. �Mike [Nickeas] was up, [Mike] Pelf[rey] was on deck; I was trying to get something started,� Murphy responded. �So now you�re the manager? I was going to pinch-hit [for Pelfrey],� Collins shot back. �I�m the manager, not you. Get your head out of your [bleep].� In the time it took for Collins to air out his player, no more than 15 seconds, Collins had whisked away the last of Jerry Manuel�s legacy. He demonstrated, loudly, an interest in winning and losing that never stirred in Manuel�s bones. Collins arrived in Flushing promising to care, and for the most part, he�s kept his word. But that�s not to say Collins� in-your-airspace style can reverse the Mets� accelerating slide into the cesspool. It�s already a dreadful season at Citi Field, with or without an emotional manager. The Mets have too little talent to make a dent in the East, too little money to rebuild quickly, and apparently, too few fans to fuel the organization�s engine (and coffers). The stands were mostly empty in Tuesday�s 6-1 loss to the Astros, a battle between two of the National League�s worst teams that mercifully was over in under three hours. 1) Love the chew out. Great vicarious theater for those of watching from the comfort of our couches and depths of our despair. 2) WTF does Klapisch know about Jerry Manuel's bones? Do we know Jerry never tried to instill fundamentals in Murphy's head? Perhaps the kid is just errantly enthusiastic by nature (a.k.a. kinda thick). 3) Time of game was 2:59. One minute longer expunges all mercy? Oh, and cesspool? Is there a kiddie porn ring being run out of Charlie Samuels' old office or something?