For a franchise that’s seen just about every flavor of offensive star, from launch-angle thunder to pure bat-to-ball sorcery, the New York Mets have still watched some of their best bats walk away empty-handed on Silver Slugger night. Awards are supposed to distill a season’s worth of production into a single trophy; in practice, they’re often a snapshot of context: who you were compared against, what league run environments looked like, and which narratives caught fire. Sometimes the plaque doesn’t land in the right locker, and Queens knows that feeling well.
What follows isn’t a revisionist awards crusade so much as a reminder of just how good some Mets hitters have been, even without that particular piece of hardware.