This year was supposed to be different. After all, we had the highest payroll in the universe, (The Mets certainly tried), the deepest team, a ton of pitching and a 40-man roster just oozing with talent. Overflowing actually, since stashing guys on the 60 became an art for this front office. And it all comes crashing down…
Please excuse my disjointed thoughts over the last couple of days while I mourned our collective demise over the weekend. It wasn’t all bad, I smoked a great 7 and half pound pork butt and it came out delicious. Next time I’ll post picks!