Been watching the Mets long, long time. I can think of a few games that were more exciting than tonight’s. Not many, just a few. Atta boy, Wilmer. Atta boy.

I actually think there could be some truth in there though, no? They got spooked by the hip and told the Brewers to throw in a few bucks as an insurance policy. The Brewers say no, it becomes a dick-measuring contest between two guys with already-outsized egos, and here we are. Maybe it really was about both the hip…

Wow . . . this . . . Why the Mets Suck could literally be Magary’s farewell opus to this site. He’d have to retire after what I assume would be like an eleven-volume treatise on the sucktasm that is my beloved Mets.

I was reading this thing prepared to defend the Mets and Alderson (because I think the criticism has been unduly harsh for a situation that just got out of control too quickly), but:

I could give two shits about the steroids (well, maybe one) but I can’t stand A-Rod and you can’t make me like him, Tom. He is the worst. Fuck A-Rod. He is the anti-Jeter in every possible way and every Yankee fan knows it. It doesn’t have to be logical and it doesn’t have to stand up to withering scrutiny. I just…

While we are on the subject of firing people whose job it is to help us do ours better, let’s ask the Friday morning copy editor to come by my office this afternoon, k?

This game was brutal. Not that it would’ve mattered given how good Kershaw was, but with John Mayberry batting fourth and Eric Campbell batting fifth, “the Mets [became] only the second team since 1920 to feature No. 4 and No. 5 hitters with batting averages under .180 and at least 100 at bats, according to the Elias…

1600 Penn was a disaster. The Comedians was hysterical.

Josh Gad is good enough to be turning down shit like this, but I guess he isn’t quite mainstream enough that he (or his “people”) could resist saying yes to an Adam Sandler movie. He is gonna hate himself for this one in about ten years.

With some notable exceptions (e.g., Los Angeles) this appears to loosely track variations on cost of living in different parts of the country. In other words, it wouldn’t shock you that a beer in a bar in Chicago, New York or San Francisco is more expensive than a beer in a bar in Cleveland or Pittsburgh. Why should…

This.

“The notoriously cheap Mets owners”?

And they have a shutdown closer who is getting better as the season progresses. Forget about next year — if they can somehow back door their way into a wild card this season, I cannot imagine any team not being terrified of facing this pitching staff in the playoffs. What’s that? .233/.298/.363? #nevermind #lolmets

hardly surprising that Lucas does not drink his coffee with the lid on

Jason Pierre-Paul: “I am not retiring from the NFL until I have a ring on every finger on this hand!”

I wish I had read this article three years ago. If you haven’t gone through the experience yet, this pretty much captures it (though our bouts of croup don’t seem to have ever been quite as bad as Albert’s first one).

If the market for a bona fide superstar is now set at $145 million per eyebrow, Cleveland is fucked.

can’t argue with that

ok will do