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If you were looking for subtlety at Citi Field on Monday afternoon, you were very much in the wrong building. This was not a depth signing. This was not a hedge. This was the Mets standing at the podium and telling you exactly who they think they are right now. Bo Bichette is a New York Met, and from the opening remarks to the final breakout session, the message stayed remarkably consistent. This was about winning, work, and a willingness to embrace change in pursuit of somet

The Mets lost Kyle Tucker and then, almost immediately, found Bo Bichette. Which in Queens qualifies as whiplash, progress, and possibly growth. Here’s how fast it happened. One minute the Mets were at the grown-ups table, pushing a truckload of money toward Tucker and saying, “What if we paid you roughly the GDP of a small island nation…per year?” The next minute Tucker was packing for Los Angeles, where the Dodgers continue to collect All-Stars the way kids collect Pokémon

Jorge Polanco’s introductory Mets press conference had everything you want from a winter Zoom: position flexibility, God references, family values, a nickname that sounds like a Springsteen cover band (“George Bonds”), and at least two moments where reporters couldn’t be heard, which officially makes it a New York press conference. Polanco arrived sounding like a man who had already unpacked his bags, memorized the Citi Field dimensions, and labeled his glove collection by po

Let’s be honest, Mets fans: if 2024 ended on the magical, delirious high of the “OMG Run,” and the following offseason delivered the jaw-dropping addition of Juan Soto, you would’ve thought the Mets were building toward a baseball utopia. Instead, the collapse of the 2025 offseason and the events of the past two days have felt more like waking up the next morning, looking around your house, only to realize someone took the TV, the couch, and half the kitchen appliances. The

Not hitting much lately? Grab a Snitker. You’re not you when you’re slumping and Mets fans know that better than anyone. After too many nights of runners stranded and warning-track fly balls, this lineup has been hungry for something or someone to finally satisfy. Enter Troy Snitker, the new Mets hitting coach, here to feed an offense that’s been living off empty calories. He’s not a candy bar, though his last name sounds like one. He’s a data-loving, launch-angle-tracking