We equate our devotion to the Mets with being addicted to black tar heroin, or being a part of the Corleones - we want to get away, but we keep getting pulled back in. And for those who know, it's like living on Staten Island.
There will be no sugar coating on this site - shredded wheat, not frosted mini wheat.
I have little hope for the Mets this season (any season). From firejoemorgan.com:
The Mets suck, and the season hasn't started yet. Abort now, take the season off, and come back next year.
Aside from Santana, Jose Reyes and David Wright,
That's a little like saying "aside from Bird, McHale, and Parish." "Aside from Washington, Lincoln, and Jefferson, there are like no fucking presidents on Mt. Rushmore."...
Can the addition of Santana, who can help out only once every five days, really cure all that ailed the 2007 Mets, the failures of heart and discipline and character?
No. They're doomed. It's March 4th. Rebuild. Put 'em on a submarine and launch it into space. Santana too. Who ever said he had any heart? He sucks, am I right people?
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