In 2015 an ungainly group of misfits exceeded expectations by reaching the World Series after looking like one of the worst teams in history. Think the Mets and the fictional Indians of the Major League movie franchise aren’t that similar? Think again!
Their coach is basically the oldest man in baseball. He’s full of “Wisdom” of how the game used to be played from an era before mega contracts, performance enhancing drugs and common sense medical practice.
The team’s leader is a charismatic older player whose body is failing him. He still manages to play pretty well from time to time but his body just can’t take the abuse. While we are at it, their third baseman is overpaid and kinda bad at defense.
The team is helped by the power of a Cuban slugger who has some pretty out there personality quirks.
There’s an older pitcher with an arm of rubber who uses a bag of tricks to get by
We even have owners that are universally despised! Though they probably look terrible in bikinis.
Alright, so the Mets might have four Ricky Vaughns and there isn’t a single Willie Mays Hayes on the roster, though, if David Wright were married I could totally see Matt Harvey seducing her.
Fast forward to 2016 and we have a sequel on our hands. What has Hollywood prepared us for?
Who’s ready for clichéd nicknames for breaking pitches from a pitching staff made up of fireballers?
How about a superstar free agent who winds up becoming a club-house cancer, bringing the team down?
What about Yoenis Cespedes giving up his Cuban flair to become a spiritual Buddhist?
Will Terry Collins be forced to retire thanks to a sudden bout of being impossibly old? If he does could Wright manage the team, purchase it from the hyper evil ownership and hire Scott Bacula as a player/manager for the minors?
Will Matt Harvey, Jacob deGrom, Noah Syndergaard, Steven Matz and Zack Wheeler realize they are in relationships with 80s stereotypes of evil corporate bimbos?
Will we trade the superstar free agent (Neil Walker? Asdrubal Cabrera?) for a Japanese Outfielder who is prone to running into walls?
The Mets still don’t have anyone with enough speed to play Hayes but who wouldn’t want to watch Curtis Granderson in some non-descript action movie? Hopefully they don’t recast him with Omar Epps.
Based on the script for the sequel, the Mets are in for a bumpy road but in the end… They’ll win it all.
Along the way we might learn the secret to Michael Conforto throwing accurately is reading playboy articles and he’ll wind up teaching the team something about playing the game with passion.
Everyone loves a sequel, right?