Don’t forget that their GM makes in-game decisions from his couch at home while (presumably) eating Cheetos by the fist full.

Don’t forget that their GM makes in-game decisions from his couch at home while (presumably) eating Cheetos by the fist full. 

This is perfectly Mets-ian.

What can’t be lost is that this was a proper use of “futz.” And there is never a bad time to use an appropriate Yiddish or Yiddish-derived word.

That is a stunning number of pages devoted to accomplishing nothing. The only thing it actually does is rename the USOC.

This unwarranted personal attack during my moment of glory is most unbecoming. 

I feel like I have to bring up the Mets simply because my wife doesn’t care that I was right:

You get that off of my internet immediately. 

I don’t know a ton about this, but I’m very frequently adjacent to people who do - There is rarely a photo of a celebrity posted online or in a magazine that they don’t want there. It’s all a sham. Every last bit of it. Everything that happens publicly is there for a reason, and it is all to further their public image…

He should have stuck to playing tuba.

This Kershaw looks like it folds every day, not just in the playoffs. 

This Kershaw looks like it folds every day, not just in the playoffs. 

Is that what "an OJ" is now?

Wonderful. Take $5 out of petty cash. 

Expect the Mets to trade Jason Vargas for a single mid-level outfield prospect who never sees the big leagues.

This is a thing that could happen. 

I’m not really embarrassed to admit that I’ve never actually allowed fried chicken to get to the leftover stage...

The Mets declined comment.

I got a Snofrisk once. But the crack Swedish investigators didn’t find anything.

Any other fast food item is to be binged in a disgusting display shortly after purchase and then thrown away out in the dumpster so your spouse does not see what you’ve done again

This whole thing feels like an attack on my childhood.