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Some Things Can't Be Patched

The good news: The Mets fixed the New York-Presbyterian patch, the one that was unreadable and looked vaguely like an ad for the Phillies, Dunkin’ Donuts or some nightmarish chimera of those two entities. It annoyed Steve Cohen, and when you’re Steve Cohen and you’re annoyed, people hop to it.

The other good news: Nope, that was it.

The Mets got back from the West Coast Monday morning at around 6 a.m. So were we repeatedly informed by GKR, mercifully returned as accompaniment after two days of interloper announcers from national empty-calorie networks. Keith Hernandez led the charge, talking repeatedly about how returning to the East Coast after a long time near the Pacific is hard, and how teams tend to come back a little flat.

A little flat? The Mets looked like they’d returned to New York on the underside of a steamroller. They could have been slipped under your door five at a time. Edwin Abbott Abbott could have written a book about them.

They didn’t hit — though Josiah Gray might have something to do with that, as he looked like he’s figured a few things out since we last saw him in his accustomed role as a Met punching bag. They didn’t pitch — Jose Butto couldn’t get his changeup over and Jimmy Yacabonis had the roof cave in on him, though he had a little help bringing it down. And they didn’t field — honestly, when Francisco Lindor and Luis Guillorme both make misplays in the field, you know it’s not your night.

They didn’t do anything that resembled anything you’d pay money to see — the game was simultaneously boring and infuriating, a slow-motion car crash to which I’ve already dedicated more words than is deserved.

Still, way to fix that patch.

3 comments to Some Things Can’t Be Patched

  • Bob

    Jet-lagged Mets played a stinker.
    It happens.
    Hopefully, Mets will be better today.
    Let’s Go Mets!

  • Seth

    Good that Keith pointed out the babies were tired. Maybe Buck can read them a bedtime story and tuck them in so they’ll be able to perform like professional athletes the next day. Otherwise you know how grumpy they get!

  • Ken K.

    …They didn’t do anything that resembled anything you’d pay money to see

    Well, only about 20,000 people actually did pay to see it. So much for loading up your team with gate attractions.