Everyone is getting paid. Some people are getting traded. The Mets ownership group is performing some sort of mean-spirited Dadaist prank on the very idea of baseball. Sam Horn springs fully formed and hungry for burgers from the head of David Raposa. Business as usual.
It has been one year, give or take, since The Classical became a thing. We owe that year to you, and are hugely grateful for it. Now let's figure out what's next.
In a deeply felt opinion piece for a free newspaper, the bellowing goofus who leads the J-E-T-S chants at Jets games makes a farewell address to his team and his legions of mostly imaginary fans. Also he's not going away, probably.