Nothing like performative angsting, I guess. You're not Woody Allen, Devon Gordon. Shut up.
(Woody turned 89 in November. I had no idea he had legally changed his name to "Heywood Allen" when he was a teenager.)
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What if the Mets have suddenly emerged as something they’ve never been before — a competent, well-run organization, stocked with enough resources to compete with any team in baseball?
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Riiiiiight. I guess the 1980s didn't happen then, is that it? Odd that there's that video of my overstuffed 22-year-old ass at Yankee Stadium in 1985 linked on page 150, then. Just because we have peaks and valleys is no reason to pretend that we've spent 40 years in the desert.
Westheim's only been following this team for something over a dozen seasons, and in that time, we've made 4 playoff appearances and one trip to the World Series, which is above-average, even with the ridiculous amount of playoff bloat that we've experienced, lately.
Speaking of which, somebody might wish to tell Devin that he's jizzing his boxers over the team having had to play beyond season's end in order to finish
6th in a 15-team league. It's nice that he's excited over our being able to sign the biggest free agent on the market, but two words:
Bobby. Bonilla.
(And that was when the Yankees sucked, btw.)