I blame today's loss on Poo Poo Perez. But to be honest, I don't want to blame it on him. If the Mets had the luck of any other team in Major League Baseball they would have won this game. Jeff Francoeur would have gotten a hit and he wouldn't have been the last batter of the game. The Mets would have come back to win this one. But they are the Mets. And for some reason nobody knows, they have no luck at all.
I'm not saying Oliver Perez giving up 6 runs in 2/3 of an inning is unlucky. That's the way he is. But any team that loses every single core player has bad luck. Any team that loses a game on a triple play has bad luck. Any team can lose a game on a wild pitch or hit batter. Any center fielder can trip on the outfield grass and misplay a fly ball. A second baseman can drop a pop-up and ruin a closer. I could go on with players missing third base trying to score, but only the Mets have all of this happen to them. And have all of this happen in one season.
The Mets are cursed.
The Mets have bad luck.
No matter how you say it, the meaning is the same.
And whatever some Mets fan or player did many years ago to put the baseball gods so against the Mets is probably sorry. The Mets were the ones who had the shard of a bat thrown at their top player. The Mets are the ones humbled by their recent end of season collapses. They have never had a no-hitter, but so many of their former players do. They are the ones putting a team on the field filled with minor leaguers and backups. So, whatever was done should really be forgiven.
The Mets, without a shadow of a doubt, have the most battered and bruised fanbase. And yet, they still have a fanbase.
Let's Go Mets!