You know things are bad for your ball club when a grossly overweight governor makes a better play on a foul ball than your seven million dollar first baseman.
New Jersey’s unpopular politician, Chris Christie, made a left-handed catch in front of a less than adoring Citi Field crowd, who booed him despite giving the ball to a little kid. In these trying times, there is no mercy when you’re a forlorn Mets fan.
With three straight losses in which New York has stranded 24 runners in scoring position, let there be no more posturing.
The season is over, and so will it be for many players donning Mets uniforms come trade deadline time.
This is not the way it was supposed to turn out. How could this be? We never saw it coming. Those are the sentiments uttered by blindsided friends and family when given the somber news that the perfect couple they bet the bank on is going their separate ways.
I’ve finally come to terms with the fact that this team in it’s current state will continue to disappoint no matter how many flashes of greatness are squeezed in between. Like the boyfriends of my past who couldn’t go the distance, I’m done pining over players who will be better suited on different ball clubs.
The talk on the street is if prospect Amed Rosario is promoted, Asdrubal Cabrera’s days are numbered, and possibly T.J. Rivera would join him on the Red Sox at third base to fill the void left by the 95 million Pablo Sandoval mistake.
Addison Reed is a person of interest who could yield the Mets a respectable return and Lucas Duda could find himself playing for a team that needs a lefty power hitter.
For the remainder of the season when the Mets have a good day, I will be reminded of what could have been, but there is a sense of relief knowing that I won’t get fooled again because my expectations have gone into remission.
So, as I look hopeful toward 2018, let the bidding wars begin.
