The Mets Make Little Baby Jésus Cry

In the annals of sucking, where do the Mets blowing a seven-game lead with three weeks to play rank? Yesterday, as the Philadelphia Phillies shot a water hose into the crowd to celebrate capturing the National League East crown, a lot of Mets fans were left asking themselves that question. And we would’ve heard it, too, if they’d pull that cryin’ pillow away from their face.

The Mets are dead, victims of a historic, self-inflicted asphyxiation most commonly seen in baseball cities like Boston, Chicago and Philadelphia [Ed note: and New York—see 2004 ALCS].
“We believed, and where did it get us? Nowhere!” groaned Met fan Kevin McCarthy, 41, of New Hamburg, N.Y., mocking Tug McGraw’s famous battle cry.
“So many games we gave up leads this year. I believed,” added McCarthy, shaking his head outside the team’s gift shop. “What can you do?”

Um, we don’t know, follow a better team? One thing’s for sure, you’d better not go into that gift shop. Buying a Jose Reyes bobblehead doll to choke in the offseason does no one any good.
NOW IT’S ALL METS OFF [NY Post]
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