It’s been lurking in the shadows cast by the light of 103 wins, and now the salt rubbed in last season’s wounds may have been used to seed the clouds looming in the distance. But can the Mets once again rain on the Cubs’ reign or will their depleted rotation fall victim to the bats they held at bay in the 2015 NLCS?
My enduring memories of that inglorious bastard of a sweep are of watching Game 1 in a bar on Waikiki and having some drunken moron toast me with a tip of his yard glass and cries of “Goat!