So Now Can We Boo?

It’s funny how just after I wrote a whole big paragraph about how Mets fans cheered and booed at the absolute correct times and how they deserve some credit for once in their lives, of course somebody more famous comes out and totally disagrees with me. The strange part is that the criticism came from one of our own:

“This is one of the lowest moments of my lifetime of Mets fandom, when the Citi Field crowd was booing (players) that they see as rivals to their Mets team. And I’m standing there, I was in shock. I was embarrassed. I thought it was horrible manners. These are the best players, in the game you love, that have come here to put on a show for you, and we’re booing them like 5-year-olds. As if there’s some sort of real animosity… The American League is not the Taliban. What are we booing Miguel Cabrera (for)?… So I was very embarrassed by that.” 

I don’t know where Jerry was sitting. Hell, I’m not sure what planet he was on, but I’d like to know what the deal was on that planet. First off, one of the lowest moments of your lifetime of memories as a Met fan? Worse than when you let Lady Gaga in your private box to give Met fans the finger? Worse than Yankees/Mets games at Shea where fans were snorting cocaine off the toilet seats? Worse than noted Met fan John Leguizamo jumping ship to root for the Yankees until the Mets got their shit together? Worse than booing Carlos Beltran on Opening Day in 2006? Worse than Kiss Cam? This is all off the top of my head, Jerry! Booing Miguel Cabrera (which was a figment of your imagination because I sure as shit didn’t hear any boos for Cabrera) is worse than all of that? That’s the low point? Worse than the decline of Western Civilization?

And as for the American League being the Taliban, that’s absolutely incorrect … because the Taliban visited Citi Field tonight. Yes kids, the Philadelphia Phillies are the American Taliban. And it was the perfect chance to come out of the break firing on all cylinders and push the insurgents into irrelevancy once and for all.

Instead, Jeremy Hefner not just regressed into the mean, he smashed into it face first as he gave up eight runs and ten hits in two innings. Kirk Nieuwenhuis was no help as he obviously ate too much on tonight’s episode of Hell’s Kitchen which affected him even though the episode was probably taped six months ago … misplaying fly balls as if they were lamb chops dipped into the Beef Wellington. There’s really no need to go into it any further except to say that the Mets lost 13-8 in a game that didn’t really seem that close … which was good because it gave me a chance to take a nap guilt free. Guilt free, that is, until Jerry Seinfeld equates napping to booing a terrorist organization, which I’m sure is next on the list.

(P.S. Make Hefner feel better by hitting up Foley’s tonight from 7-9 for one last round of 405 burgers sold to raise funds for Oklahoma tornado relief. Hefner will be there along with Dillon Gee and perhaps other special guests.)

Foleys Irish pub and grill- tomorrow 7-9pm to help raise some money for Oklahoma tornado victims! I’ll be there with @jeremy_hefner53

— Dillon Gee (@DillonGee35) July 20, 2013

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