So the Nats clinched (they’re still soft) and soft Mets fans are saying this is the worst season ever. The expectations were so high blah blah blah. If you think this was the worst season ever, you’re a fucking pussy and you should kill yourself.
Yes, Sandy Alderson exposed himself as a two-faced faggot and an official Jewpon shill when he nonchalantly mentioned that all he cares about is offense. I think it was around the all-star break when he said that. I wonder if he watched Murph and Turner play that game. Yes, Cespedes was hurt all year. Sad. Yes, the pitching was thinner than you thought. Like I said, the Mets blow and there’s no chance Matz plays and there’s no chance Harvey plays. I didn’t see Thor coming but “HORSES IN THE STABLE!” was absurd. You’re dumb shits. You haven’t been watching the Mets. You don’t know what you’re talking about. WHAT TEAM DO YOU WATCH!?
Rosario’s gonna be a stud. Keith sees promise in Smith. Conforto’s a stud. Oh wait, he’s dead, too. NOOOO! Not my team! My front shoulder hurts, too. I get it. When you bat lefty and throw righty, and have Mets-AIDS, that can happen.
In many ways, this (still not over) season was glorious. What a fucking beautiful summer it was. Not a care in the world. The Mets dropped like flies and it didn’t matter. The season ending in June was a god damn blessing and real fans know it. I’ve been wandering this championshipless desert for 29 fucking years already. You just have no grit if you think this was an extra bad season and not just a regular ass bad season. Thor and Yo are all in for 2018. The window is still open. I’m sure when we’re doing well next season (not bloody likely), the bandwagoners will say they’ve been suffering. I hate bandwagoners. Meet me at the oasis. There is no oasis.