Posted by Dave Rouleau on Tuesday, July 28, 2009 at 10:28 am

Even while on a trip to New York City to visit the two new stadiums and a new love life that’s been developing quite nicely for the past few days, the only thing on my mind when I woke up at 7 am this morning was to quickly open up my new MacBook and visit the Daily News website.  I couldn’t wait to read what Adam Rubin had written about the latest development in the Tony Bernazard story.

This is the extent to which I will go in order to indulge in my passion; even while on vacation and my head in the clouds, I make a point of waking up early in order to read a baseball column and then writing one of my own.

I think they now have very effective treatment for that kind of obsession.  However, a straight-jacket just doesn’t fit me well and I don’t have any shoes that would match the fabric.

All kidding aside, I was eager to devour Rubin’s column this morning and I was pleasantly surprised, especially since he took the high road and even went as far as describe the encounter he had with Jeff Wilpon:

What I have done, and what Mets COO Jeff Wilpon acknowledged later yesterday, is ask Wilpon for “career advice.” My question: Is it even remotely feasible for a baseball writer to get into an administrative job with a team – any team – down the road and what would I need for that to be achieved?

Wilpon once invited me to his office at Citi Field for an advisory session. I never took him up on it.

I also appear on the Mets’ television station, and I asked Jeff Wilpon whom I should talk to at the network if I wanted to explore television as a part of my career. He told me to talk to SNY exec Curt Gowdy Jr., who told me basically that I was a bit “too flat.”

How bizarre it was to see an arguably serious organization try to deflect the blame onto a reporter, when, as Rubin put it in his column, “Minaya did not identify one piece of inaccurate information in any of The News’ stories”.

George Vecsey of the New York Times was even more blunt than Rubin was this morning, going as far as referring to his friendship with Minaya and then (rightfully) blaming him for the mess from yesterday:

Given Wilpon’s remoteness, Minaya is the face of the Mets’ front office, and a very human face. Talk about conflicts: I know Minaya to be a decent man, from my home borough, Queens, and he sometimes humors me by letting me drop my miserable Spanish and Italian into conversations. We have talked about watching a soccer game together sometime. We have slurped lemon ice on 108th Street in Corona. There is no joy in seeing him flub this one.

I don’t think I really need to go on and on about this latest blunder from the Mets organization, but I will say this, at least this time it did not happen on the field.