I don’t mind Mets fans. I like this year’s Mets. I think they’ve got some cool dudes.
But man.
What a Mets two games.
Last night was particularly circular (in the sense of being like a circus). If you missed it, recently extended superstar Francisco Lindor basically led off the game with a home run (he was batting second), young gun David Peterson pitched three no-hit, face-the-minimum innings, and then the Mets allowed seven runs in the fourth on, among other things, an infield single and three errors. The game ended in a 16-4 defeat, with Javy Báez batting left handed and Alec Mills pitching the eighth inning with his pants around his ankles (only one of those two things happened). It was catastrophic. It was messy. It was Metsy. And taking it all in, it hit me:
God is playing a joke on Jacob deGrom.
There’s no other explanation for the turmoil deGrom must suffer. One of the best pitchers of all time, consigned to pitch for a team that isn’t bad—no, it would be much easier if they were bad—but instead has tons of great pieces and then does things like give up seven runs in an inning on three errors against one of baseball’s most neutered offenses. I have no idea what Jacob deGrom did in his prior time on earth. Maybe he was Mussolini. But man. This is Job stuff. Also G.O.B. stuff. Like, G.O.B. Bluth. G.O.B. Bluth seems like a Met.
