L.G.M.

I’m in SoCal. This is a national radio show, but I’m based in SoCal. So it was big news when I opened the show yesterday with a take about the New York Mets. And not just any take about the New York Mets, but a positive take on the New York Mets.

And you know what? I’m running it back. And I’m making this statement right here and right now: break up the FREAKING New York Mets.

Break them up. Because they just went upside big bro’s head with a broomstick. Swept their ass in the critical subway series.

Snatched their bleeping souls. And Yankee don’t waste your time and my time by pointing that it happened mid-week, at the end of July. I get that. I acknowledge that.  Just don’t tell me that it was meaningless. Because it wasn’t. That sweep matters. The way the Mets showed up and the message they sent matters. By the way, everything matters. You should know that. And I’ll tell you the one guy who does; the last guy you need to tell that too: one Maxwell Martin Scherzer. If you were wondering why the Mets went out and dropped 130 mill on a soon-to-be 38 year old pitcher, it’s because that dude who turned 38 yesterday, lives for moments like that.

Yesterday was exactly the kind of game you bring him in for – big-time game, against a big-time opponent, and coming off a game where the back end of the bullpen worked pretty hard. In other words, you needed your starter to be a horse last night and Max Scherzer is a freaking horse.

Just ask Aaron Judge.

This was Scherzer v. Judge in the third inning.

0 for 4 against Mad Max with three strikeouts. That is complete and total domination. And he did it on a night where he had to do it. Where he knew the bullpen was gassed and he had be that red assed legendary alpha that we all know him to be. And that’s what he did. Because he’s a dude. 38 or 58, it doesn’t matter because this maniac is coming for you every single time. Find me a dude anywhere in that sport that is more competitive than Scherzer even at that age. Even though he’s already punched his ticket for Cooperstown. 

And again, telling me that nothing that happens in baseball in July matters. Because last night mattered to the Mets. A helluva lot, in fact. If Tuesday night was Game 1 of the July World Series, last night was Game 4. It was a chance to get the sweep. A chance for Scherzer and the Mets to tell the Yankees and the rest of baseball to tell them how their ass taste

Tuesday was a chance to make a statement, last night was a chance to underline it. 

But there’s just one problem. Timmy Trumpet wasn’t in the building last night. Edwin Diaz worked his ass off the night before, he wasn’t coming out last night. So they had to go to David Peterson in the 8th.  And it’s always in the back of your mind right? Mets gonna met. Especially with their bully. 

So, of course, taking the ball from future hall of famer and absolute bulldog Max Scherzer and giving it David Peterson, a guy who broke his foot walking to the dugout last year, went exactly as you’d expect.

Peterson walked the first guy he faced on four pitches. And for his fifth pitch, Gleyber Torres went yard.

Never mind that the Mets are thin on the back end and really didn’t have a lot of other good options. Let’s not let the fact get in the way the Mets were gonna Met despite all the good things we’ve been saying about them: Mets were gonna met and a perfect week was about to get ruined. You were gripping for good reason. And already spinning that you still made a statement, still sent a message: big bro still tasted his own blood.  It’s still all good. But in doing all that, you forgot about one thing. 

You forgot about Starling Marte. Mr. Walk off. Mr. Walk off in July. Because there are clutch hitters and then there’s Starling Marte, the clutches of the clutch. And the walk off king came through again.

Again Meet the bleeping Mets. Because that’s two for them. That’s a two-game sweep. That’s total domination. That’s little bro kicking big bros ass. 

I’m not going to say they forced the Yankees to panic, but shortly after the sweep, the Yanks went out and traded for Andrew Benintendi. As clutch as Marte was, the Yankees were the exact opposite. 0 for 15 with runners in scoring position in the two-game series. Talk manning the hell down. 

Aaron Boone’s guys were not bleeping savages in the box. Far from it. And they’ve got to tighten that bleep up.

Normally, I’d say the Yankees going 0 for 15 with runners in scoring position in a series against the Mets is a matter of the Yankees choking. But not now. Not with these Mets. The Yankees just ran into an orange and blue buzz saw. And they are lucky they came out of it alive.

Again, I know its July and nobody’s going ticker tape down the Canyon of Heroes in July, but that city belongs to the Mets right now. You cannot deny it. L.G.M. L.F.G.