The New York Mets just crushed a key deadline mission, building a bullpen that suddenly looks like it belongs in October. They didn’t slap together fixes with duct tape; they brought in real reinforcements, the kind that make you feel better about handing over a one-run lead. It was a clear, decisive answer to one of the team’s biggest concerns. But while the bullpen got stronger, one part of the ship that had been leaking for weeks finally gave out.
Imagine Daffy Duck on a boat, scrambling to plug holes with his fingers, thinking he’s holding things together, until one of those slow drips turns into a gusher behind him.