‘Ode to the New York Metropolitans

M is for the many games you’ve lost this year – Twenty three to be exact. It’s not even June yet. E is for every time you let us down. Every pop up with the bases loaded. Every runner stranded in scoring position. Every swing and a miss for strike three to end an inning. Every botched throw. Every missed play. Every homerun given up to the opposition. Every racy comment. Every...