A fire at Citi Field launches a Mike Vaccaro article on dying embers of the Mets season.

Honestly, the God of Met-aphors (get it? Met-aphors!) has clearly been working overtime the past couple of days, because on Tuesday night the Mets received an official diagnosis for Steven Matz of – quote – “middle finger discomfort,” which, as we pointed out in the later editions of this newspaper, is the kind of thing that afflicts Mets fans when they watch too many Mets games.

Now there was a fire at Citi Field. There were apparently no tires involved. There were apparently no dumpsters involved. Those would be too obvious! The God of Met-aphors is more subtle than that. So instead, there was just a billowing cloud of smoke emanating from the Gil Hodges Gate, and some surreal video, and …

This is where we are with the 2018 Mets on the last day of May, a month that thoroughly undid all the good they were able to build in April. The last time a line of credit was squandered this spectacularly was when every college freshman, ever, was given their first American Express card.

On top of that, as far as I can tell, Mickey Callaway has not solved the injury issues.