I'm sorry, maybe you didn't hear me, but...

...THE SOCCALYPSE IS HERE!!!

Soccer extended its lead again today, making it Soccer 120, Yankees 111. And it will only get worse.

The Paper of Record DID have enough space, at least, for its annual, "Sweet Honey in the Rock, What In Hell Happened to the Mets?" analysis piece.

I have to say, the Wilpons' preoccupation with real estate and the team's truly unlucky injuries skein aside, it is a miracle that Sandy Alderson still has his job.

The Mets still do have a core of starting pitching that should make them a contender, at least.  And while the team never spends what it should playing in this market, Alderson did shell out a whopping, $89 million on a boatload of over-the-hill chumps this past offseason.

Instead, Alderson could have signed the entire Kansas City Trio—Hosmer, Moustakas, and Cain—for less than half that amount. True, the three of them were hardly optimal free agents, but they are good, all-around, and seemingly durable ballplayers from a championship organization, a huge improvement over the magic beans that the Metsies went for instead.

A few more nice flourishes—a better reliever here, a better sixth starter there—and the Mets could be a serious team.

They aren't.  And the reason for this?  Well...Mets.