Mets’ shame and disgrace, Mets fans’ anguish

At least the torture of the past two and a half weeks is over.
Mostly. Now we have to put up with Yankee fans rubbing our faces in this horrific shit. Them in the post-season, us not — how can this be happening? How? Because we are Mets fans.
But this, this is truly ugly. It would be one thing if we had fought valiantly most of the year and then simply were beaten fair and square early in the playoffs, as we were last year. Or if the reverse had happened: if we had sucked ten kinds of ass all year and then suddenly made a valiant run that simply fell short. That we could handle. But this nightmarish, total collapse, this complete falling apart, folding up and lying down to die on our own turf at the hands of sub-.500 teams, is a slap in the fans’ face that is hard to take.
But take it we will. We have no choice. We are Mets fans.