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Another Night in Excuse City

Framber Valdez pitched awfully well. The Astros got some superlative defense from Jeremy Pena, Kyle Tucker and Corey Julks. None of those things were particularly the fault of the Mets.

The rest? Eh. Justin Verlander pitched OK, if his goal was to be the best-paid No. 4 starter in baseball history. I dunno, somehow I thought $43 million a year bought more than that.

[insert bullshit postgame Verlander quote here]

The Mets didn’t hit, again. They couldn’t figure out an answer for Corey Julks, whoever the hell that is. Whatever had to go wrong did, in the right proportions to doom the Mets again … as it generally has done this year.

[insert bullshit postgame quotes from … I dunno, take your pick. Buck Showalter? Francisco Lindor? Pete Alonso?]

Honestly, I’m more tired than mad at this point. Tomorrow is the first day of summer, and I wish this season had fewer games left in it than it does. That’s a lousy place to be, as a Met fan, a baseball fan, and a person.

11 comments to Another Night in Excuse City

  • Seth

    Well maybe not as a person? You’re just a fan with no control over the sport, and we can’t help being Mets fans (I mean it’s not like it’s a choice. Oy, it’s baseball…

    • Unfortunately I am far pissier/more unpleasant/volatile as a person when life isn’t going well as a Mets fan.

      It’s one of my many flaws.

      • mikeski

        Well, to be fair, I would submit that pre-season expectations vs. in-season results likely play a large role in this.

  • Corey Julks

    You will all remember my name now.

  • eric1973

    I dunno, maybe there is something I can do.
    Maybe find a different spot on the couch.

  • Seth

    I believe this is all being caused by increased solar flare activity on the sun.

  • mikeL

    i wish i could care/get pissy/get stressed over this season.
    at this point it feels like and endless loop of last september’s collapse. and the outcome of so many years of depleting the farm system, and letting valuable veterans go without trades.

    the mets ARE the best. dollar for dollar, best at being awful.
    i’m hoping for a major sell-off at the deadline, so that we may some day see a talented and youthful team rise from this smouldering mess.

    as such, i cringe when the team shows life and looks good. it’s fleeting but may temp the front office to bolster rather than concede. and thus prolong the agony i can no longer feel.

    blah!

  • Bob

    Afraid all these comments are spot on and you all reflect how I feel this season.
    Not fun when watching the Mets gets like going to the dentist–with NO pain killer.
    At least GKR get paid lots of $$ to watch this dumpster fire.
    OY!

  • DAK442

    Upon climbing out of the disturbingly long and deep depression that followed the 2006 season I made a conscious decision for my mental health to never invest that level of… love(?) again. I watch the games, I root for them. And when they suck, or they lose in the postseason, I just go “Eh. Oh well. ’86 was fun”. It just isn’t worth the heartache anymore.

    This season’s championship aspirations ended when Diaz forgot how to jump up and down.

  • Jack Susser

    Yup DAK . That sure didn’t help…… the season started w a bad taste in our collective mouths