Who are the Mets?
Are they what they were just two years ago — a pitching-rich club with just enough lumber to labor through the summer, get you over 90 wins and a seat at the October table? Do the acquisitions of Jay Bruce and Todd Frazier have you scrambling for season tickets?
More to the point, do you trust them this year? Few teams in any town have given the natives more heartache than the Mets. Whether it’s the ’80s team that should have won a fistful of rings yet yielded only one, the Generation K club that fell apart like cotton candy, the squad that lost six- and seven-game leads in September a decade ago, you’ve been tested, teased and tormented beyond reason.