Well its the burning question that everyone keeps asking. Who’s collapse is worse, the 2007 Mets or the 2011 Red Sox? Now obviously there’s two games to go but with Joe Girardi basically telling the media he’s packing it up for the rest of the season and the Red Sox playing with just about as much life as Amy Winehouse, we all know where this is headed.
So who’s worse? The Mets blew a 7 game lead, while the Sox blew a 9 game lead. But the Mets did it all in a 17 game span, the the Sox collapsed over the course of 1 month. As much as I’m relishing this Sox Collapse and hoping they’d erase the Mets from infamy, I’ll be honest – the Mets collapse is still worse. The fact that it happened over the course of 17 games is just gut wrenching. I’m nauseuous just writing about this. Makes me wanna cry and puke all at once. My vote is for the Mets.
Vote 1 for Sox collapse is worse vote 10 for Mets collapse is worse
But as the number one Mets ambassador and diplomat to all teams mediocre, I’d like to officially welcome the Red Sox back home. You know for roughly 100 years the Sox and the Mets were in the same boat. They were like best buddies, partners in crime. Finding new ways to lose, embarrassing themselves in ways previously thought impossible. Along with the Cubs they were like this little triumvirate of garbage. Put in recent years the Sox jumped ship and dominated. They were like your one buddy who always sat at the nerd table at lunch in the cafeteria who all the sudden got picked by the popular kids to go sit with them. And for a little while they sell out and they enjoy their new friends and new popular lifestyle. Go to the popular parties, maybe hook up with the pretty girl. But in the end they always come crashing back to earth. The popular kids realize they don’t truly belong. They kick your friend to the curb. And your buddy tries to fit it and tries to hold on for dear life and prove that he belongs with the cool kids, but in the end he just accepts his fate and heads back to the nerd table at lunch. And even though your buddy was a COMPLETE FUCKING ASSHOLE the whole time he was pretending to be popular, you welcome him back to the nerd table with open arms. Because in your heart of hearts you realize that you and your friend are still one in the same and belong in the same boat.
So this is me and the Mets welcoming you back to our nerd table. Welcome home, Boston. You’re back where you belong.