I Don’t Know What to Believe Anymore

"Cigars on me."
“Cigars on me.”

Mets 5, Marlins 1

Here we are, scoring 5 and letting up 1. Even Campbell got a ribby. Niese stellar as usual (other than when he’s simultaneously watching his wife give birth via skype). Clippard and Familia came in with a 4-run lead, which I guess I’m ok with…can’t overuse or underuse ’em. It’s tricky. What’s NOT tricky is that the Mets faced a lefty tonight. How bout giving Duda a break and letting Travis play first? Put Plawecki at C. TDA took a foul ball square in the nuts today (just like yesterday!) and is bound to shatter his glass bones at any moment. Glass bones, iron balls.

When will the other shoe drop? Will it actually not drop? We’re not supposed to have nice things! Will the Mets stay healthy? Will Cespedes continue to get RBIs and score runs like the monster beast hitter that he is? Is he too good for METS disease?

More on Cespedes: Watch him bat. Watch him NOT swing at dogshit pitches. Watch him take his way into hitters’ counts. Watch him hit line drives every fucking time, even when he makes out. It’s unreal. Is he the best hitter we’ve ever had ever? Straw, Beltran, Reyes, Wright, Delgado…realistically, is he the best Met hitter ever? Oh by the way, he also has a cannon for an arm and fields well and runs  well.

Enjoy this, Metsblow nation. I don’t know what to believe anymore. I don’t know what’s going on, but I think we’re actually good now…that is to say, I think we blow less than (almost) all the rest of ’em. I really do.

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