Put A Sock In It, John Franco!

If there's one thing Met fans know about their fandom, it's this: it takes some thick skin to root for this team. We have to contend with the constant noise from Yankee fans who glory in tearing down our 'little brother' of a team, while also crowing about championships they won in the 20s and 30s.  Throw in the umpteen beat reporters from the various Tri-State newspaper outlets, the Petri Dish that is NY sports-talk radio, and the out-on-the-ledge mania from the multitude of Met online blogs, and that all makes for a bubbly brew of discontent among the Flushing Faithful. But like any bandwagon in baseball, there always seems to be room for one more poisonous voice... Hello, John Franco. Okay, let's get right to it, in the interest of full disclosure: I never liked John Franco as a Met, I thought he had puffed-up save numbers his whole career, and only remember this guy throwing gasoline on the fire when it truly mattered. I don't think it's a coincidence ... (link)