First, I blame the Yankees for the recent misfortunes of the Mets. There is only X amount of wins that the baseball gods make available for New York teams per month, and the Damn Yankees gobble up just about all of them right now!
Also. After five years of "Tragic" Travis d'Arnaud being sold as the big thing that he never was and never will be, and without fail landing on the DL by May - I mean it's a real tragedy for him, too, with his dream and all, and his body telling him to finally take those accounting classes because it won't let baseball happen, ever - and his complete inability to throw out any runner (Mets being routinely at the bottom in CS%), any new catcher no matter how terrible looks like an improvement. I am thoroughly sick of d'Arnaud, to be honest. Did Mesoraco look any good yesterday? Nope. But the bar to tumble over is really at ankle height, it's infinitely hard to make it past beneath.
Raccoons managed to sneak their "Tragic" Travis onto the Falcons' roster via waivers, maybe the Mets want to look into that, too.
Also, while I watched the game yesterday I was casually chatting with a former colleague who doesn't know much about baseball and when I mentioned it couldn't imagine how a team with at least three working brain cells (combined between all members) could bat out of order. The simplest explanation I could come up with was some idiot not being able to copy nine names in order.
That's the 2018 Mets.
Not being able to copy nine names in order.
Also funny how I sometimes saw Callaway's managerial genius lauded when they were 11-2, and now he's basically in Gabe Kapler's Land of the Damned.
I liked Terry Collins, Leader of Men. But am I ever asked what I want? Nope.
Mellow.
