Over the last few weeks of the Mets’ incredible season, my memory picked and chose little moments to play the part of the troll and remind me of my own rather significant limitations. In particular: On May 23, I shared my dour assessment of the 2024 New York Mets with anyone who cared to read it. I was fresh off a first-hand look at our Metropolitans, having attended the first game of the Cleveland series the Guardians would go on to sweep; while it was a lovely time overall, it was impossible to ignore the team’s sorry state of play.
The Eternal Mets
