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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

The calendar has officially flipped to 2026, which in Mets terms means two things. First, we are now legally allowed to worry about a season that has not started yet. Second, the excuses have expired. This is the point on the baseball calendar where optimism either matures into strategy or sits on the couch in sweatpants, scrolling through old box scores and whispering, “Trust the plan. There is definitely a plan.” I have maintained all along, often loudly, that David Stearns

" I've just closed my eyes again Climbed aboard the Dream Weaver train Driver, take away my worries of today And leave tomorrow behind " Gary Wright 1975 Yesterday it was Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours and Led Zeppelin’s “Dazed and Confused.” Today it’s Gary Wright’s Dream Weaver. That’s quite a musical pattern we’ve got going here—my apologies for the earworm. Not sure how many Mets fans were dreaming about signing Luke Weaver this offseason. If your REM sleep visions were more “Co

Pete Alonso said goodbye to New York this week. And not just any goodbye. This was a full-on, heart-clutching, cue-the-violins, sun-setting-over-the-Queensboro-Bridge emotional farewell on Instagram. And by emotional, I mean the kind of scene that makes even the toughest Mets fan well up like they’re watching the end of Field of Dreams—you know, the “Hey Dad… wanna have a catch?” moment that destroys grown adults on contact. Here is Pete’s message exactly as he posted it: New

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

I’m sorry for opening up fresh wounds, but writing about it is sort of therapy for me, so bear with me. It’s a bitter pill for Mets fans, one that doesn’t go down easy: in less than a month, we’ve lost two of the most beloved players to ever wear the orange and blue. Brandon Nimmo, traded away, and Edwin Díaz, who chose his own path in free agency. And let’s be honest, there are probably very few Mets fans with a bad word to say about either of them. Both of these guys had sm

Losing Edwin Díaz hurts. It hurts emotionally, spiritually, musically, and in that little spot right behind your left rib that starts throbbing every time the Mets lose a late-inning lead. And look, this is personal too, because I genuinely love Edwin. He was always accessible. He was a stand up guy. He never once ducked a camera, a microphone, or a tough question after a meltdown inning. In New York, that matters. In New York, that is gold. And on a personal note, celebratin