For philosophical perspective:

“I met a possum on the road.
I asked where he was gwine [for those not competent in my culture “gwine” = “going”]
He put his tail upon his back,
And showed me his behind.”

Confronting these METS last night was similar experience, in multiples. It was not a pretty sight to look at and had an unfortunate smell associated with it.

I could end the recap here, but posterity needs a little more info as to why this stunk like a possum’s ass.

Mike Minor actually seemed to be putting it back together. One run in the second and a David Wright solo shot in the 3rd, then goose eggs. Meanwhile, the stick wielding useless wonders hibernated. A few hits here and there, but no runs to show.

So, in the 8th, the Offense, individually manifested as Freddie Freeman and collectively, comes to life with two outs. 6 in a row reached safely and 3 scored to take the lead.

But our New Year’s wonder, Luis Avilan, did not prospero. Curtis Granderson hit another damn home run off of a lefty. That tied it and sent it to extras.

In the bottom of the 11th those offensive wonders Juan Lagares and Ruben Tejada combined to get the winning run home.