I’ll say this up front, I’m a Mets fan. True blue and orange Mets fan. But here’s my take on a player we almost signed. Trevor Bauer is a Grade A diva, not just an ordinary diva, but a Mariah Carey level diva. The kind of diva who throws a hissy fit if their pre-performance tea is not the right temperature or their merchandise gets released early by a team and fan base excited to sign a Cy Young winner. The kind of diva who takes to social media to passive aggressively go after others, similar to a Kardashian or Nicki Minaj.
As a Mets fan, I am glad Bauer did not sign with the Mets. A diva belongs in la la land where the weather is always sunny, the starlets are always blonde and the people are all gluten-free, kale loving yoga enthusiasts. He doesn’t belong in New York. Trevor Bauer would not have survived in New York. The sirens would have hurt his diva ears, the brash people would have hurt his diva ego and the street vendor hot dogs would have hurt his diva stomach. New Yorkers speak their minds and don’t have the time, patience or kid gloves to handle a diva pitcher.
Good riddance Trevor Bauer, go enjoy sipping your kale, ground flax and almond milk smoothie with Khloe Kardashian, New York doesn’t need you.
Time Out With Jenn & Lisa 