Craig Carton

There's no I'll be better tomorrow-ing it.

And then to compound the problem in the first inning, he gets picked off first a couple innings later.

And I'm saying to myself, if you don't want to be here, that's fine.

Just tell long-suffering Met fans that you don't want to be a Met anymore.

Because when you are playing in your first road series of the year, and the team is struggling, and you're supposed to be the captain of the team, you're supposed to be the leader of the team, the team bent over backwards to get rid of Jeff McNeil for you, the team bent over backwards to say goodbye to Brandon Nimmo for you because your wives didn't get along, the team bent over backwards to say goodbye to Pete Alonzo for you,

and you apparently don't get along with Juan Soto, the least you could do is pretend like you give a rat's ass to put the Met uniform on.

It's the first inning.

How do you forget how many outs there are when there's only one in the first inning?

Now, if you told me it was the 17th inning and it was a seven-hour marathon and you've had eight at-bats and you're tired and your mind is shot and there's been a lot of stuff happening, bunts and suicide squeezes and steals and hit and runs, maybe I'll excuse you not being able to count to one.

But in the first inning of the rubber match in the series against the Cardinals, you pull the old, oh, my bad.

I couldn't be asked to count to one for you guys.

You know why?

Because he doesn't care.

So I'll say what needs to be said.

Francisco Lindor.

Time to go.

Bye-bye.

Time to go?

Time to go.

Your time in New York has come to an end.