Shut the F%*#K Up

Excuse the Ladies while they vent. We were just over at our favorite place for Mets info, Metsblog, natch, and were reading the latest hot-stove gossip. This evening, while reading, we were reminded of one of the reasons why we began this blog in the first place. The comments section in Metsblog, and in every other Mets -related blog we've ever visited (and there have been many) are populated with testosterone-laden GM wanna-bes who scream at every move (or non-move) the team makes. This occurs all year long, not just during hot-stove. The Ladies would like to tell you guys to SHUT THE FUCK UP. There, we said it. You either love and support your team or you don't. You can cry with them, celebrate with them, criticize them, etc. to your heart's content. Keep in mind, however, that you don't know better than any baseball professional, no matter what your simple, single-brain-cell mind is telling you. Would you tell a surgeon how to do his job? Think you're a better architect than the guy who designed the building down the street? Please. The Ladies would like to remind you of a simple fact that women everywhere know, and that most men don't. Life is not that simple, and things are not always what they seem. Black and white do not apply to real life, and wanting something won't make it happen. So for all of you "let's get Manny, Lowe, Ollie and Nady, just do it, Omar" freaks out there, please go back to living in your simplistic, video-game universe and leave the rest of us alone, 'kay?

We feel better now.

A Love Letter to Matt Cerrone

Dear Matt;

We ladies would like to express our undying love and gratitude to you, oh God of the Mets blogosphere. You have done your manly best to carry us through this cold and painful off-season, by keeping us updated on the whereabouts of Ken Takahashi (?) and Andruw Jones(!!!!); providing us with unending info on the Manny debate (both pro and con), and feeding into our hatred of Mike Francessa. Your endless stream of Mets news and minutiae (Citifield logo patches and Mets jersey-gate) have been a source of comfort to us post-collapse(s). We owe our (relative) sanity during this icy and wet winter to your dedication to your team and readers. Never was this more apparent than today when we woke up, logged in and found this. Our reason for getting dressed today. Do the ladies sense some sunshine? Smell some fresh-cut grass? Ahhhh...
Thanks, Matt. Consider yourself Love-Listed and forever on the field.

Love,
the Ladies