This fanpost was me giving away a ticket to Tuesday night's game. No one bit, but that's probably OK. You'd have been frustrated to hell and back with the first two innings of F work from G, the silence of the bats, the stone hands of Murphy and the stone legs of Duda. You would have sat behind a bunch of broski frat dudes from Rhode Island U who were actually fun, but in that bro way that aggravates some people. You would have spent time high fiving Cowbellman as he urged the impotent Mets bats to actually do something, but it would have been for naught.
Maybe next time.