I suppose by now we all just accept as fact that the New York Mets are a punchline. This is a reality. Sometimes it can be amusing, but mostly it’s just the context in which we live—the Mets doing stupid stuff is like air, you just live in it, breathe it in, you don’t think about it or else you’d lie awake at night hyperventilating. We don’t have the time, or strong enough muscles in our fingers, to rehash the woeful chronicle of the Met’s incompetence. There were drugs and Ponzi scheme’s and losing of baseball games and all sorts of other unmentionables. There was a lot of it, whatever it was. And now we are here, in the present, in the middle of the most current example of Metropolitan maelstrom, their contract negotiations with the knuckleballing and reigning Cy Young Award winner R.A. Dickey.