I have no idea what to write or think about the current state of Mets. Their situation has become such a mess, so fast, so aggressively, I'm left totally bewildered.
Frankly, I feel like we left St. Lucie, started on a happy walk down the street, swaying, whistling beneath the sun, birds chirping, feeling great about ourselves and the potential of a terrific season, then without warning - WHACK - someone cracked us on the back of the head with a sledgehammer and now we're bleeding, hunched over, seeing stars, dizzy and can't remember our names.
How did this happen?