Did you know that the Mets were once going to be called 'The Cosmopolitans"? This would have been a huge step for baseball because if they didn't serve booze after the 7th inning it would've been nothing short of hypocrisy.
Welcome ladies and gentleman to the bombastic cavalcade of atrocious sports journalism (I kid this isn't journalism- Right Mike Wilbon?). Within the vastness of this jungle of tangents and perpetual inaccuracies lies a hidden fandom for the New York Mets. This will not be your normal de facto reporting of box scores and tedious posts, but ramblings of bored men who probably have had too much drink, so come one, come all and bask in the atrocities that are Benny & the Mets!
and, of course, your random Phillies jab:
Listen Phillies fans if your city is so great then why did Will Smith have to leave it? New York Mets may have their ups and downs and we, as the fans, acknowledge with, seemingly to you, archaic boos and vulgarities- not throwing batteries at Santa.
David Wright finds out he is sole inheritor of Orville and Wilbur, gives to management build team of my 16 year old video game playing's dreams. Also he learns to fly.
K-Rod and Bruney go Over the Top- K-Rod wins his son's love, 'nuff said.
Maury Povich gets the tests results: Pedro you are the Mets Papi!
Fernando Martinez channels Edgar Martinez.
J.J. Putz endorsed Silly Putz promotion.
Billy Wagner says 'fuck it' I'm going back to Righty.
Carlos Delgado begins Del-gettin' it on with bat and ball.
Jose Reyes returns-leads 7th Inning Stretch Festivities- Macarena Ensues
I once lazily shagged a fly ball, it hit the tip of my glove and then decked me in the face. I knew from that day forward just the tip was not a game I was willing to play.