There's Bad, There's Really Bad and There's Whatever the Mets Are
Briefly

Certainly it was better than the first game, in which a terrific start by Tylor Megill went down the toilet when his teammates couldn't field, pitch or manage to hit a fly ball a moderate distance.
The Mets are on pace to win 66 games and anyone who's watched them in May will tell you to take the under. The Mets aren't merely we thought this would go better bad or trade every contract you possibly can bad; they're a level of bad where everybody connected with the team should go sit on pillars in the desert for several years, repenting and begging for divine mercy.
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