Edgy MD wrote: Wacha and Porcello would be cool if one of them was blonder and the other darker, and one impulsive and the other more measured, and they had adventures and had each other's backs and always had more ladies than they could handle. They would also have to drive around in a sweet ride — perhaps the Mets bullpen cart. Only if Luis Rojas agreed to grow a nice, full mustache and more freely let them know when he'd had it up to HERE with them. This is working for me. And they get their scouting reports out on the concourse. After donning frumpy looking civilian garb, sunglasses, and bucket hats, they find a guy hawking programs that nobody has really taken the time to look at in 20 years, but may or may not be Toby Borland. He doesn't make eye contact, but reminds W&P that J.T. Realmuto is a sucker for the backdoor slider, and Rhys Hoskins sits fastball but is dead in the water if you can get ahead of the count with your breaking stuff. Seeing as the concourse is empty and this scenario cannot come to pass, it's been a rough season for Wacha and Porcello.