Any time anyone asks me about Mr. Met, I go off on a rant.
"That's NOT Mr. Met. That's Mr. Met Two!!!"
People think I'm insane, but I'm not.
I hate the current Mr. Met. I hate everything about him. Why? He's a fraud. As Jim Breuer would put it, Mr. Met II is faggy. (Ask Breuer about the connotation of faggy).
Mr. Met II is a corporate shill who endorses black uniforms and every rude thing the Mets do to their fans.
THIS is Mr. Met!
I'm so happy that
this article was written. I have struggled to find even one picture of Mr. Met (real version) on the internet. Never mind The Mets Police, I think The Mets Secret Police have erased google of every picture of this guy. And Ray Handley - you remember Ray, coach of the Giants. Go try to find a picture of him. I'll wait for you here.
I digress. Mr. Met had a big papier-mâché head. He was cool. One day the Mets made him vanish.
It gets more troubling:
Dan Reilly, the first man to wear the costume of iconic mascot Mr. Met, watched the bittersweet festivities at home on TV like an ordinary fan. But the longtime Soho resident and author of the new book “The Original Mr. Met Remembers,” is anything but.
“I’m disappointed they didn’t invite me back, but I’m not angry,” said Reilly, who played the Mets mascot on and off the field from 1964 through 1967, the first three of his nine years with the club. “Seaver, Koosman, Swoboda, all those guys were my buddies. And I figured they’d like to see me again, too, just to say hello, a few handshakes, keep in touch. They all still call me Mr. Met.”
I remember you Mr. Met, even if the Mets choose not to.
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