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COLORADO ROCKIES

Dinger strikes out trying to rizz up thicc queen Mrs. Met

Mrs. Met is snatched, and many a man has tried to rizz her up because her cake is bussin’ — but as with all things Rockies, Dinger's attempt ended in a strikeout

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Mrs. Met is snatched, and many a man has tried to rizz her up because her cake is bussin’ — but as with all things Colorado Rockies, this attempt ended in a strikeout.

Dinger, the big purple dinosaur repping the worst team in Major League Baseball history, somehow still has delulu levels of confidence. He thought he nailed his shot when he pulled up to Coors Field with a cardboard sign that read, “Mrs. Met, call me.” The Mets broadcast caught the moment in 4K — Dinger posing like a rizz god, in his City Connect weak-fit, TikTok-core dances to show his limited bounce.

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But the queen of Queens was not having it. She dunked on Denver’s dino without breaking a sweat.

A few days later, at Citi Field, Mrs. Met clapped back hard. Standing beside her actual man, Mr. Met, she held up a sign that read, “My husband has bigger biceps. Take a hike, Barney!”

Oof — another strikeout for the Rockies, who are worst in the National League with 634 Ks.

Baseball Twitter went feral. Mr. Met literally flexed on the timeline. Dinger, meanwhile, got cooked in the quote tweets. “RIP Dinger,” one user posted. “Mrs. Met! You didn’t need to roast Dinger that bad!” said another. Even Grimace slid in and flexed his own biceps and throw shade.

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Look, the McDonald’s blob is always getting benched by Mrs. Met. Though she did a little micro-cheating last summer, sparking the Mets’ glow up. Grimace and Mrs. Met may or may not have had a situationship. Nothing confirmed, but the way Grimace matches her freak? It’s giving… something. Maybe Dinger’s just salty that another purple mascot pulled the W — and that’s living rent-free in his prehistoric skull.

Dinger finna not get it twisted — he’s not the main character here. And if he doesn’t pass this vibe check soon, he’s gonna catch Mr. Met’s hands and biceps.

Mrs. Met has been the toast of the group chat for a minute, her thiccness well-established as GOAT-tier.

Dinger — no shame in shooting your shot. But this ain’t it, Chief. BOGOF — you’re high-key out of your depth trying to rizz up New York’s No. 1 bae.

Big yikes. Maybe get your wins up before sliding into the DMs of a certified baddie.

Jake Shapiro Denver Sports Analyst

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