Even when the New York Mets are in the middle of a promising stretch, there’s a peculiar knot in the stomach that only fans seem to understand. You watch a pitcher rise, a season glittering with potential, and somewhere around the dog days, the unthinkable happens: the brilliance fades. David Peterson gave us that feeling in 2025. One month he’s an All-Star, the next he’s a reminder of how quickly things can slip.
Peterson’s first half felt like the kind of story every Mets fan wants to tell their friends. Command sharp, velocity humming, hitters guessing — he was a headline waiting to be written.