Mets fucking blow. Score some fucking runs. I have nothing else to say.
Ok, wait. I do. Make a move! Trade Thor. Trade Matz. Trade Colon. I don’t want to do it. I hate the thought of it, but we don’t score any runs!! We need an impact bat. Get Tulo.
We passed on Cruz, on Hanley, on all the Cubanos…Metsblow.