Soaked

This just came out yesterday as a page in The New Yorker, though it was intended as a cover for last Spring. I wrongly assumed the Mets would suck as soon as the season started. But no, they waited 'til mid season to sink to their true level. So instead of a cover it's an inside page. So it goes.

Some of you may recognize a certain Giants fan in the scene, enjoying the home run.