Take a moment and picture the MLB offseason as a barren, desolate desert like the Sahara. Now, do your best to picture 70-year-old Sandy Alderson traversing the tempestuous sand dunes as he searches for anything he can use to help survive, a.k.a. improve the New York Mets.
As he presses onward with the sun beating down on him, he comes across many mirages. Carlos Santana, Zack Cozart, and Mitch Moreland all appear before his eyes, beckoning to him to come closer. Just as they appeared, they proceed to disappear into thin air and Alderson remains lost, thirsty, and clinging to a sliver of hope.