The Mets got their man, and kept F-mart. The plan went down just the way I drew it up in dreamland last night.
Allow me to set the scene, so that we can remember this moment for ever.
The backdrop: a historical collapse followed by mindbogglingly bad trade. A fan base riled up as never before by a never ending stream of bloggery.
The competition: only two of professional sports' most wealthy and successful franchises who have shown year after year that they would compromise good judgment if it meant undermining the other.
The atmosphere: Metsfan-land turned into Johan-isburg. Breath after baited breath. Day after endless day. Month after cold month.
The Mets rotation, by turns old and unproven, turned from question to exclamation mark.
The Mets, subject to confirmation, give up "only" Carlos Gomez and pitchers Phil Humber, Deolis Guerra and Kevin Mulvey. Mets can still shop the F-Mart special.
Omar, in danger of being remembered only as the Milledge Idiot, shows he has more tricks in his bag than just showing up at your house for Thanksgiving with a bag of cash.
Now, most of NY and Mets nation, not to mention all the GMs waiting for this to go down, have to get back to work.
Let's get that 24+1 contract extension done!!
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