"I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night."
Alright, boys. I'm just going to save myself the time and trouble and assume that this is some sort of Mets-ian collapse you've got in the works rather than the late August-early September swoon that I had originally assumed it to be. I feel that this will save me a lot of needless frustration as you stumble your way down to third place. But it's been fun and I don't regret spending my summer with you.
Prove me wrong, boyos.
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