There comes a time when a man has to stand up for his friends. That time has come.
As the six of you who read F?WF? know, I'm constantly linking to Michele at A Small Victory. I got on board when she put the call out on The Victory Coalition. I piled on Micah Wright at her behest, even though I'd never heard of the guy. Then the following day, I rallied behind her again in her ongoing quest against Ted Rall.
Well, I'm nobody's sycophant. I've overlooked her Yankee allegiance for far too long. I could deal with her singing the praises of her "Bombers" and it's always fun to laugh at the Red Sox, but she has gone too far today.
She can make fun of the Mets and Mets fans and if I wasn't on my lunch hour right now I'd write a full discourse on Yankee fans (maybe I'll get to that tonight). But, when she goes after a personal friend of mine, I have to speak up.
The Mets have the worst theme song and the dumbest mascot ever created. Again, parody availability is endless.
So, about that Mr. Met? Why make a mascot that just begs to have his head smacked in.
That last quote accompanies a picture of Mr. Met about to get wrapped by a bat in his big baseball head. I've had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Met in environs outside of Shea Stadium. Here's one at my friend JD's wedding in 2000.
We went out drinking one night in the East Village. Here's Chrissy, Double-M, and me.
Sure, the man has an enormous baseball for a head, that doen't make him "dumb." He may not say much but there's a lot going on in the monstrous head of his. Things like, "Damn, I do hate the Yankees!" and "Yankees fans suck it big time," and "How am I going to fit through that doorway?"
If I have the time tonight (really I'd need about 2 weeks to get them to them all), I'll let you know why Yankees fans suck.
And Michele, remember:
Hot dogs, green grass
All out at Shea!
Guaranteed to have a
Heck of day!