Slightly OT, but it's my thread, and anyway. Had a great run playing World of Tanks all day and never got to the Inepticoons, which might have been for the better. I didn't cry all day.
The current performance of the Raccoons and the news that Jason Bay was contemplating retirement have reminded me of this excellently bitter blog entry from three and a half years ago again:
Mets Go Bay-for-Arizona « Faith and Fear in Flushing
Besides the fact that I like Greg Prince's writing (and me wishing I could hate so eloquently in English), it's a perfect fit for this team: no hitting, no pitching, no luck, no nothing.
To come apart, all it took was angelic Neil Reece hurting a wing. And here we are, sub .500 and trailing the LOGGERS. It ain't even fixable. It will be a long season until much dead meat will be removed in mid-November. At least the Mets have already removed Jason Bay.
All I need is a hopeless battle cry like
Hey, hey, Jason Bay; how many Mets did you strand today? for this team here. Best I can come up is
Ho, ho, Ben O-Mo; why's your OPS so frickin' low? Also works with some guy named Alex Lo'. And ... What rhymes on "suffocate", besides "relocate"?
Sorry, my mind keeps wandering in these dark times of ... darkness.