In which the current straits of the New York Mets and their discontents are best communicated through the ghoulish works of Francisco José de Goya y Lucientes.
As you shall soon see, being a Mets fan in 2012 is not unlike being eaten by a god or ritually slaughtered by a French butcher …
It is like being eaten by a god.
It is like an unceasing glimpse into the abyss.
It is like being butchered for the sustenance of enemies.
It is like handing over infants to a succubus-goat.
It is like whatever this is.
Let’s Go(ya) Mets? Let’s Go(ya) … Mets.
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