I do hope Big Bart finds his way back to Queens. If this is truly it for him, then he gets one last-go and finishes a Met, a team I think he might be the most heavily identified with (pun intended) because of his lovable John Candy antics here. He was a stud fireballer with the Indians, and won a Cy and threw a no-no with the Angels, but he did historical and hysterical shit with the Mets. He's such the redemption story (and dammit we need something redeeming this year). Busted for PEDs, but comes back more popular than ever in the second act of his career. Legitimately obese, but for years, got prime physical specimens out with guile, a darting 89-MPH fastball, and jack shit else. Bartolo gives the common fan hope. Hope that he or she can rebound from whatever stupid thing made their life difficult, and even at a late stage, turn it all around just like he did (and dammit we need some hope this year!) He is "Every Man". We see ourselves in him. An older, tubby guy who looks like he just pushed himself off a couch, set down a bag of Doritos, and then starts getting Major League hitters out with ease, all the while wearing this magnetic, impish smile. "If that guy can do it, I can do it," some of us think. We're wrong, of course, but he's a star we can almost touch. A super bright, low-hanging, morbidly obese, cartoon of a star. GO GET HIS BIG DUMB ASS says me, too. #BringBartHome