The Mets turned Citi Field into their personal launching pad last night — and man, what a show it was. In what felt more like a home run derby than your typical mid-May ballgame, they hammered the Cubs 7-2 in a display that had the crowd wondering if someone had secretly juiced the balls.
Look, baseball’s a funny game. Sometimes the stats tell you one thing, and then the baseball gods just laugh. Take Jameson Taillon — hadn’t given up a single homer to a lefty all season. Well, that streak lasted about as long as a snow cone in August.
Francisco Lindor kicked off the fireworks show, and from there? Pure chaos. The good kind, if you’re wearing blue and orange. Juan Soto’s 434-foot moonshot to right-center wasn’t just a homer — it was the kind of blast that makes you wonder if the ball’s gonna land somewhere in Manhattan. His eighth of the season, fifth in eight days. Not bad for a guy who’s still getting his mail forwarded to his new address.
Carlos Mendoza’s looking like a genius right now. Stacking lefties against Taillon raised some eyebrows in the press box — specially with the Cubs rolling in with the NL’s third-best record. But sometimes baseball’s chess match comes down to knowing your opponent, and Mendoza’s time with Taillon during their Yankees days clearly paid off.
Jeff McNeil made his skipper look particularly smart. The hit machine did what he does best, adding his own souvenir to the right field seats. Between that and Clay Holmes dealing absolute filth on the mound (six innings, three hits, one run), the Mets’ new-look roster is starting to gel in ways that even the most optimistic fans couldn’t have predicted back in March.
Sure, there were hiccups. Dansby Swanson’s throw in the third looked more Little League than Gold Glove, opening the door for some extra Mets runs. But that’s baseball in 2025 — sometimes the routine plays bite you harder than the spectacular ones.
At 25-14, the Mets are making Citi Field feel like a fortress again. The crowd’s energy? Electric. The kind that makes you remember why we all fell in love with this crazy game in the first place. And while nobody’s printing playoff tickets in May, there’s something different about this squad. Something that feels… sustainable.
For the Cubs? Chalk it up to one of those nights where everything that could go wrong, did. Baseball’s got a way of humbling even the hottest teams. Just ask anyone who’s been around the game long enough — sometimes you’re the windshield, sometimes you’re the bug.
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