NY Daily News - There’s a legitimate reason why Mr. Met’s head is so big. The longtime Flushing favorite was chosen as the nation’s No. 1 sports mascot based on his likeability, familiarity and several other factors. Even better, in a reversal of recent on-field fortunes, Mr. Met landed the top spot over NL East rival the Phillie Phanatic, according to the Celebrity Dave Brown Index. It’s the latest bit of good news at Citi Field, where the Mets are hovering around first place one month into the new baseball season. Star third basement David Wright is bouncing back from a tough season, and the Bernie Madoff mess is now a bad memory — sort of like Bobby Bonilla or the Nolan Ryan trade. Wright applauded the Mr. Met selection: “I was going to say Mr. Met, but I didn’t want to seem like a homer. I could definitely see it.” But Mets knuckleballer R.A. Dickey was a bit surprised by the choice. “There’s no scooter he rides,” Dickey said Tuesday. “He’s not breaking the other team’s helmet into pieces. Maybe the appeal is that he’s like everybody else. He walks around just like they do.”
Hold the fucking phone – have people been operating all this time as if Mr. Met wasn’t the best mascot in baseball? I can’t imagine that could be the case. I thought it was pretty widely accepted that he is on another level of sporting mascots. Dude has all sorts of ESPN commercials what not. He’s one of the oldest in baseball. But Mo is over on Barstool Philly babbling about the Galapagos Islands and radioactive baseballs and shit saying that the Philly Phanatic should be number 1. Complaining that Mr. Met “doesn’t do anything.” So I guess because the Philly Phanatic is some fat fucking annoying creature who spills your popcorn and fucks with everyone he’s supposed to be considered the best? The Philly Phanatic is just that guy at the party whos too drunk and thinks hes best friends with everyone. Trying to put on a show “Look at me! Look at me!” Yea, look at you, Philly Phanatic – you’re a fuckin cocksucker. Mr. Met plays it cool. Dances to Meet the Mets, does some mute fist pumps. Takes some pictures and for the grand finale he fires t shirts out of a fuckin cannon. Doesn’t try to hard. Has a head too big for his body and a hat to small for his head. Who doesn’t love that? He is literally a baseball personified. As pure as an MLB mascot can come.
PS – Dude makes appearances at fuckin weddings for God’s sake