Buck Showalter and Mets fans looked really terrible this month as their playoff dreams collapsed. So much so, I have handed in my Mets fan card. It was nice living in New York City for 27 years and have a local team to support not called the Yankees. But supporting the Mets presents its own set of awful problems and awful people. I used to describe Mets fans as friendly, knowledgeable baseball fans. More chill than Yankee psychos. Now I wonder if they are all just Yankee fans in disguise and I’ve been too kind to them for 23 times. I'm done with them after last night's stunt. And now that I’ve given it some thought, I am done with baseball.

I just have to call it. I have already seen the greatest things to ever happen in the sport. Carlton Fisk’s homer. The 1986 and 1988 Mets. The 1988 Dodgers. The 1991 Twins. The greatest Red Sox shortstop. The greatest pitcher of my lifetime. His striking out 17 Yankees. His striking out 5 of the first 6 batters in the 1999 All Star Game. The Yankees losing the fascist, militarized 2001 championship series to an expansion team in Phoenix and their two durable pitchers. The greatest hitter of my lifetime. The 2017 Dodgers. The Red Sox in 1986, 1990, 1995, 1999, 2003, 2004, 2007, 2013, and 2018. Those 2018 Red Sox capped it all. They were dominant, fearless, and executed perfectly. They went toe to toe with the Houston Astros, a team that was and still is a pennant contender in the American league, and beat them in 5 thrilling games.

So the Mets had Joe Musgrove’s ears checked for a dark sticky substance. They did it because they couldn’t accept that he was spinning the ball perfectly that night. In the aftermath, I took that as my cue to quit following this sport. I can now focus on global football and auto racing. Sure, I could make time to follow more sports. But when something ridiculous like this takes place, that’s the perfect moment to show myself out.