The Makeshift Mounds The Mets Are Using In Syracuse Don't Look Dangerous At All!
God fucking DAMMIT!!! Just as us Mets fans were riding a wave of positivity following Jacob deGrom’s extension this morning, this picture has to come out and remind us that every time the Mets take one step forward, they take two steps back. We didn’t even get a full morning of happiness before Greg Joyce chokeslammed us back to reality.
This Syracuse trip got on our radars after Noah Syndergaard complained about it, it reached about a 6 on the Idiotic Mets Stories scale when the flight to Syracuse was delayed 3.5 hours, and now we wait for the moneyshot of one of our pitchers leg exploding on a mound probably built by a shop class at a local high school to save a few pennies. I have been saying that it felt like something bad was going to happen on this trip just because of all the bad juju surrounding the trip as well as how these narratives usually play out with the Mets. Well if this was a game of Clue, it appears we now have the location and the weapon that will take the victim down. All that’s needed is the Mets player and the body part for the inevitable (Mets Player) tore his (Body Part) on the fake mound in the Carrier Dome. Shit, Noah may just twist an ankle on purpose just to prove a point about how dumb this franchise is. Thank God social media prepared us Mets fans for how the latest tragedy of pure stupidity before it happened. KFC was even, dare I say, happy with the Mets for 8 glorious minutes!
All the Mets had to do was not look like idiots for a day in Syracuse after Noah turned the internet’s attention to this trip and they couldn’t even do that. If you want to spinzone all this, at least deGrom won’t be throwing in that sandbox because he is apparently heading to New York to sign his extension.
On a lighter note, at least the Syracuse Mets new mascot Scooch is pretty awesome.
I feel like Scooch has that cute but crazy vibe where he will drink away his sorrows as a Mets fan with you after a rough loss and could also be convinced to maul one of the Wilpons after his 5th Jameson shot. Sure he is likely the bastard love child that was conceived when Otto The Orange fucked a bear North of The Wall (or maybe in a Salt Lake City hotel before last Thursday night’s game against Baylor). But I have nothing but love for Scooch Snow and neither should you, regardless of if the big league club is having their prized pitchers throw on a ramp with some dirt on it instead of an actual mound 48 hours before Opening Day.
