For years, I have tried to read my friends who are Mets fans that are no such thing as jinxes, hexes, poxes or curses, not when it comes to sports, not when it comes to baseball, not when it comes to the Mets. I have raged with fury when they're complaining about dark clouds and bad cats.
You walked under a ladder?
Consider it good luck you didn't get a bucket of paint dropped on your head. But don't attach any significance to any bad-luck sign, or signal to why the Mets don't play baseball as well as you'd like them.
"After all," You have insisted for decades, "This is a team that benefited from the greatest baseball miracles of all time, in 1
Because I’m done. For good. Forever
Look: I don't believe in any of that stuff.
Well, who am I to tell you wrong?
Take Monday. A large gaggle or us had found at Citi Field because it seemed to be blood in the water. A manager on shaky ground always draws a crowd of people wearing press badges and lugging notebooks and recorders. It’s Ambulance Chasing 101. Count us in.
Except when Brodie Van Wagenen arrived at his prearranged press conference about 15 minutes late, bearing news that Mickey Callaway was going to remain the Mets' manager "for the foreseeable future," he also buried that lead.
Because this is the Mets.
Because he had to drop the other shoe first.
And so it was that Van Wagenen announced that Yoenis Cespedes – the last evidence of any actual good luck around here, who arrived as a teacher for Carlos Gomez in August 2015 and ignored the Mets on an improbable three-month magic carpet ride to Game 5 of the World Series – had suffered a "violent fall" On his ranch in Port St. Lucie, Fla.
"Multiple ankle fractures," the Mets "GM said.
And I have to admit: My first impulse was to laugh. It was. I'm not proud of that. I find nothing funny about a world-class athlete already suffering from matching damaged heels putting his baseball career further in jeopardy – and there is absolutely nothing funny about how the Mets are almost certain to react, since Van Wagenen made the point of saying it was "non-baseball activity" on a day when he said very little of any substance otherwise.
But social media so eloquently puts it:
Later, we would learn that Van Wagenen didn't mean that Cespedes had fractured multiple ankles, but multiple bones in his right ankle. But, really, that's just housekeeping. As with so much in the country, their fans spend another afternoon wandering between the two things that often define their fandom:
And punch lines.
, "One member of the organization was ready to play as the Mets got ready to play the Nationals in the first game of a seven-game homestand that promises to be every bit as joyful as a coroner's inquest. “I don't believe in bad luck. But we sure have a lot of it. ”
So, yes: I'm done. If you want to talk about jinxes and hexes and poxes and curses, I'm not going to stop you. One of my friends texted this the other day, with such fury I could hear his thumbs tub-thumping from hundreds of miles away: “If Gio Urshela was with him to be J.DH. Davis. ”(I thought that one was pretty inspired.)
Another said, after watching Robinson Cano's efforts this weekend:“ Mushick must be licking his chops. ”
Though this one was my favorite:“ Cano runs hard Once a year and it's so can deliver Dick Butkus-style TKO or Michael Conforto. You can't make this stuff up. ”
And those are just my friends. How about yours? How about you? How about #MetsTwitter which has just been the old "Magic Garden" with Carole and Paula for quite a while has recently become a warehouse for more anger and more than your average DMV.
And how about Monday around the Mets? It was like watching your house burn down only to be informed, “Well, the good news is, your car was unharmed. Because it was stolen last night. ”