Today, Mike Francesa serves as Colonel Nathan Jessep and addresses Met Fans about David Wright:
Son, we live in a world that has Game-UHs. And those Game-UHs have to be men with clutchness. Who's gonna do it? You First Time, Long Time? You, Lt. Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for David Wright and you curse me. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: That Wright’s inability to hit in a big spot, while tragic, probably saves this franchise if they trade him. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves Mets fans.
You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on the FAN. You need me there. (boasting) I use words like Core, Game-uh, Big Spot ...I use these words as the backbone to a life spent defending
something. You use 'em as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a fan base who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the bullshit that I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it. I'd prefer you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a phone and call me. Either way, I’ll give you the handwave that you're entitled to.
And Now, A Note From Brian Powell
2 years ago