Leave it to the Mets.

Only they, handed a 17-34 record by the “rival” Phils, who are themeselves attempting to stake their claim as the biggest laughingstock in all of sports, can manage to take that ball and grease-fuck it into the sewer.

After injuries to Yoenis Cespedes and Noah Syndergaard, a Dark Knight who was too hungover to answer the call of the bat signal, and more general ineptitude, last night it was Mr. Met, who decided that he had enough and would flip off an unsuspecting fan:

https://twitter.com/adelucia35/status/870092668084375552

If there’s one thing they teach you in mascot school – ONE THING – it’s don’t flip anyone the bird. You can squirt hot chicks with a water gun, try to get one of them to lift their shirt, and even occasionally grab an ass, but you don’t, under any circumstances, dare allow your middle finger to stand out from the crowd, especially when directed at a fan. Unbelievable.

The poor Mets PR person, who is maybe only surpassed by Sean Spicer in schadenfreude, had to issue a statement on the ordeal:

The Mets: Fuck you!