See here, here, here, here, here, and here.
I only ask you to do so because I have never truly derived joy out of this fandom, and when that precious day comes, I want to stand as the martyr who survived 7 games with 17 to play in his first full season watching the team. The time could be now. The day could be here.
To surmise that the 2024 Mets are a 35-38 team would be folly. They are either something far worse than that or something much better.
You’ve seen it. Lose five to start the year, win five in a row; blow every late-inning lead in May, Edwin Díaz comes back off a 15-day IL stint looking like he went back and stole the powers of 2022 Edwin Díaz; sinking as low as 11 games under .500 as recently as the Sunday before they left for London to winning seven games in a row and pulling within a half-game of a playoff spot on Tuesday.
At no point along the way have they been a .500 team. They’ve either been scalding hot or ice cold, with almost no in-between. They’re our Mentally Ill New York Mets: Hot and Cold, Yes and No, In and Out, Up and Down.
They head to Chicago tomorrow (well, probably last night) to face a Cubs team who actually is a .500 team. You’ll be able to tell a lot from how the Mets look against them.
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