Spare Me the Shakespearean Angst

https://www.nytimes.com/2025/03/23/opinion/mets-baseball-new-york.html

("Who Am I if the Mets Are Good?")

Death, taxes and the Mets always finding a way to lose. Spare me the Shakespearean angst.

I am in real anguish. Fifteen years since the last World Series ring. I have been on hold longer than the time it takes to speak to an actual human being when trying to register a consumer complaint.

You stole Soto from us. Our billions no match for your billions. George Steinbrenner must be rolling over in his grave.

And the injuries. Cole gone. A knife in our hearts. Stanton, Gil but wounded warriors whose returns are uncertain. We are gravely damaged, on life support, even before the first missed call has caused us consternation.

You dare whine about the possibility of winning! We who perceive victory as our birthright find your words reprehensible. We who now face an endless summer, a second wild card spot now seeming near impossible, cannot abide your crocodile tears.

America is in upheaval. Up is down. Right is wrong. Truth is fiction. And worst of all, the Mets appear the better team in New York. Wake me from this nightmare. And for God's sake, get me another top of the line starter.