Terry Collins expresses my feelings every time I watch a Mets game.

Also: PHILIP HUMBER WAS A METS DRAFT PICK FOR FUCK’S SAKE.

Pass the Metsoloft.

(via GIFULMINATION)

"Metsoloft also works for fans of the Baltimore Orioles, Pittsburgh Pirates, Oakland Raiders, Washington Redskins, Tampa Bay Buccaneers, New Orleans Hornets, Charlotte Bobcats, and any team in Ohio and Minnesota."

Finally, the Mets do something good and ditch the black.
(via Uni Watch » Now Just Fire Wayne Hagin Already and We’ll Be All Set)
Is there anything quite so cool as struggling Jason Bay getting a walk-off hit?
Yeah, so the Mets lost the series to the Yankees, but it feels good to suck out a win when it looked like we were about to get swept.
(Pic via @bubbaprog's excellent mocksession.com)

Is there anything quite so cool as struggling Jason Bay getting a walk-off hit?

Yeah, so the Mets lost the series to the Yankees, but it feels good to suck out a win when it looked like we were about to get swept.

(Pic via @bubbaprog's excellent mocksession.com)

maura:

From the mouths of ____________.

Ain’t that the truth.

I don’t even have any geographical loyalties to the Mets. I was born in L.A. I mean, my family is from NYC and hates the Dodgers for historical reasons, so they passed it on to me — and I hate the American League because I think the DH is bullshit. Ever since watching the ‘86 Series with my dad, I’ve been like this. It doesn’t make sense until I realize I’m a masochist.

Gregg Doyel writes silly things for a living.

Usually I ignore them, like the column in which he made a silly jingoist argument to demand the USMNT coach be an American, in complete ignorance of how modern soccer really works (and even furthermore, of how international sport works — please see Bela Karolyi as a U.S. gymnastics coach.)

Now he’s fucking with my hapless baseball team, which faces a bad or worse decision with Francisco Rodriguez: since he busted a ligament in his throwing hand beating on his girlfriend’s father inside the freaking stadium, the Wilpons want to void the guarantees in his contract, which will piss off the MLBPA.

The argument starts poorly (the union finally went too far and it didn’t during the steroid era?) but gets to tolerable, then falls apart with this paragraph:

K-Rod could be an antihero to the rest of us, those of us who are tired of paying up to $500 for tickets, parking and concessions at a single baseball game because the team’s payroll is $94 million and the cleanup hitter earns $18 million and the fourth outfielder makes $6 million and all of those chumps look like they’ve used steroids, and some of them no doubt have, and the union has been the hammer the players have swung to make all of that happen.

Please. The union couldn’t make those salaries happen alone. The owners had to concede to them. Someone had to be willing to pay that money, and pardon me for not being sympathetic to the owners either, who decided to see, hear, and speak no evil on steroids and escalating salaries until the bottom fell out and no one had disposable income any more — particularly not after every single stadium that needed taxpayer funding.

For every specter of a union that is probably too powerful, there’s a front office without the discipline to scout and spend correctly — and that’s the Mets to a T this season.

I heard there would be an immigration sweep before the game. I figured if I wore Pelfrey’s shirt they wouldn’t catch me.

Rod Barajas (via hotfoot)

Oh snap.

the bizarre decisions made by baseball executives.

Mets lefty Oliver Perez: given a 3-year, $36 million dollar contract last year.

He has now squandered a 3-0 lead against the Dodgers thanks to several walks (including the pitcher!), a wild pitch, an RBI single and ground out, and a bases loaded walk by the relief pitcher whom Jerry Manuel yanked him for.

Worth every penny of that $12 million a year in heartache. Bastard. Dr. Perez and Mr. Oliver, indeed.

now don’t be quite so hasty.

oswingpercent:

BRENT LEACH NEEDS TO BE THE CLOSER, REMEMBER THAT ONE REALLY GOOD OUTING HE HAD AGAINST THE METS

Using the 2009 Mets as a barometer for any quality in your own pitchers, however facetiously, is a path that can only lead to madness.

That was a cock-punch of a hit, though, and you knew it was coming as soon as Broxton hit Ruiz, meaning Rollins was gonna get a chance to hit.

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