Afternoon, everybody, Sure is quiet here.
Well, I took July off, and nearly half of August came off with the Band-Aid.
Last I checked in, the Mets were 48-37, fresh off a skid but with plenty in the tank. Now, it seems like the Mets are . . . in the tank. Good lord, has it gotten ugly.
The Metmen have dropped:
- 7 straight
- 11 of 12
- 31 of 49
In a lot of crazy, stupid, unlovable ways.
Where do we go from here? Looks like down. It seems like we will be lucky as Mets fans to see our team vie for a playoff spot. You can't have your starting pitching, relief pitching, defense, baserunning, and every aspect of hitting be lousy for a long time and think there's any other way.
So what do we do in Mets Township? I mean, we could throw in the towel, but these Mets have earned more faith than that. Last season did that. That said, this season kind of looks like the negative image of 2024, though. And it's less fun.
No Grimace.
No OMG.
No smiles.
Pretty dreary.
Listen up. It starts tonight. Pete sits tied with Darryl. The Braves are in town. Seems well suited for a smash to left and the Citi Field fanfare that would come with it.
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