The New York Mets Did Not Allow A Hit, Not A Single One, Against The Big Bad Philadelphia Phillies Tonight.

Yeah yeah yeahhhhh, it was a combined no hitter thrown by almost half a dozen pitchers and all that nonsense. But the minute I don't celebrate the Mets no hitting the Phillies after they spit in the Baseball Gods' face by trotting out that """defense""" to load their lineup with mashers, I should stop watching baseball. We had a fuckbomb from Pete, trumpets from Diaz, and the first of what I hope are many celebrations like this.

I don't know who is more responsible for the no no, the gaggle of pitchers that didn't allow a hit, black magic from the black jerseys, or Darren from The 7 Line and Darryl Strawberry bringing some great juju to the ballpark.

The funniest thing is how quickly Mets fans dismissed this as a whatever no hitter because it wasn't thrown by one pitcher like the team has a bunch of them in franchise history instead of one, which gets constantly nitpicked because Carlos Beltran may have hit a ball that kicked up some chalk. But none of that matters because the Mets put up nothing but goose eggs led by my GUY Cylor Megill and closed out by Edwin Diaz looking filthy as fuck against the heart of the Phillies order. I'm telling you guys, this team is different.

Speaking of which, you know we have to have an emergency merch release that can be found in the We Gotta Believe store!

We hopped on the We Gotta Believe YouTube for live reactions as soon as the game was over and took some listeners' calls to discuss what superstitions they were doing to keep the no hitter alive, which is proof baseball is the most ridiculous sport ever. Make sure to subscribe to the YouTube and turn on notifications because I feel like this team is going to give us a lot of nights like tonight throughout the season.