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#MetsTwitter and an open letter to Ken Rosenthal

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NEW YORK, NY - OCTOBER 30: Fans look on during Game Three of the 2015 World Series between the New York Mets and the Kansas City Royals at Citi Field on October 30, 2015 in the Flushing neighborhood of the Queens borough of New York City. (Photo by Sean M. Haffey/Getty Images)
NEW YORK, NY - OCTOBER 30: Fans look on during Game Three of the 2015 World Series between the New York Mets and the Kansas City Royals at Citi Field on October 30, 2015 in the Flushing neighborhood of the Queens borough of New York City. (Photo by Sean M. Haffey/Getty Images)
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Ken Rosenthal expressed his displeasure with Mets Twitter this morning on MLB Network’s Hot Stove.

So I’ve crafted the following response in defense of Mets fans because I’m sure this is very hard for Mr. Rosenthal to deal with:

Dear Mr. Rosenthal,

Let me start off by saying you’re great. I can’t imagine the chaos that is your inbox and cell phone during the offseason, and I admire you as a writer.

I’m sorry that Mets fans on Twitter have been driving you nuts this offseason. You’re probably wondering when it’s going to stop. And to that, I say, “never.” You see, for however unhappy we’re making you right now, just know that we are twice as unhappy at any given time.

We hate our team owners, our players are falling apart, and since we tasted some brief success in 2015, we are now like baseball zombies – running around screaming for that next thing that keeps this team in contention. We’ve had a taste of the good stuff and we don’t wanna look back.

We’re constantly on the brink of explosion. I find myself staring at my phone screen waiting for my MLB.com app to tell me the Mets have done something, anything positive. It’s like holding your breath all day and then never getting to exhale, and if we do exhale it’s in the form of rage.

As a New York team, we just want the same big market spending benefits as our obnoxious neighbors in the Bronx. And we know we’re probably never going to get it. Our stepsisters are going to the ball, and our fairy godmother showed up and said: “Sorry all I have left are pumpkins, see what you can do with them because any more help is too expensive.” So every spring training we show up with rotten fruit and a couple of rats and see if we can make it work.

Our insanity comes from a place of love, which I’m told is unhealthy. We can’t help it.

Sorry in advance,

Christina Cola
Editor, RisingApple.com

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