Before we begin, the Mets ate 7-1 and all is fine. May the baseball gods make this our biggest problem.
Last night during the game we saw some Mets fans chanting Let’s Go Mets.
In my mind, and probably yours, Let’s Go Mets has a nice slow cozy cadence. Say it now in your mind.
Let’s Go Mets. Pause. Breathe. Let’s Go Mets. Pause. Breathe. Let’s Go Mets.
That version is best said by children, and maybe some big adult children wearing satin Mets jackets.
In the past I have talked about the wried variant that crept in that added a fourth beat, Let’s Go Mets Woo. Let’s Go Mets Woo. It’s a little faster and I don’t know why we added the woo. This is Generation Piazza. Someone chanting LGMWoo is probably wearing some sort of two toned “hybrid” Mets jacket.
Lately, I am noticing this more aggressive bro-dude version of the chant. We saw it last night. It’s like a pack of wild dogs chasing LETS GO METS LETS GO METS LETS GO METS in a louder and louder aggressive way, waving their arms and fists and pointing at you, to the point where it feels like if you don’t agree these guys might beat you up?
Where did this come from? And Why? What was wrong with Let’s Go Mets Pause Breathe? At this point even LGMWooo seems sane.
Anyway, let this be our biggest problem. I am still waiting to see how the baseball gods prevent the Fab 5 from being in the rotation at the same time.
