As we watched the game last night it occurred to CD and myself that these Mets are the late 70s Braves — a hopeless assemblage of scrubs.
Ruben Tejada? Pepe Frias reincarnate. Lucas Duda? Brian Asselstine says hello. Dillon Gee, meet Tony Brizzolara. And on it goes.
I almost feel sorry for the Mets.
The Bravos have shown no pity, and that’s what what good teams do — beat up the bad ones. But when the quality of the opponent improves, I fear the bullpen will be exposed.
Until then, enjoy. Quoting H.I. McDunnough, these are the salad days.