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Disaffection- a state or feeling of being dissatisfied with people in authority
Ex: Were the Mets to not win a world series under Steve Cohen’s ownership, (sadly a very real possibility!) disaffection amongst the fan base would escalate to an Arab Spring of sorts in which various social media fan accounts— with names like “YaGottaBelieve6986”, “DocGooden’sFreebaseStash”, and, “SteveGelbsIsHungLikeaHorse”— would rally their most downtrodden followers to take up torches and pitchforks and to ride towards CITI Field, packed into the 7 Line train like Pica-Pica (Dominican sardines). The Mets, in some feeble last-ditch attempt to quell the inception of rebellion, would do as the Mets have always done. They would release a novel, unique food item to be sold in the ballpark, maybe a hotdog wrapped in maple bacon called the “Sugar” Edwin Diaz dog, and then they would proceed to go bargain hunting for some chintzy, washed up, journeyman veteran designated hitter whose one tool is pop, and who strikes out more than a white-tied insurance salesman on urban night. This would only act as a bellows, fanning the flames of rebellion to more stark oranges, deeper blues, a seething, blistering anger directed towards this most incompetent of franchises.
As rabid swarms of fans pour out of the train and lurch toward the stadium as a single-brained, homicidal entity, a call from the loudspeakers would ring out, “Mets fans, make sure you get here nice and early for tomorrow night’s game, as the first 15,000 fans will all be receiving ‘homerun apple’ testacuzzis! Keep your baseballs warm this offseason!” A few fans would snap out of their zombie-like trance and ask themselves, “Just what is a testacuzzi?”, but most fans would just rush towards the brick rotunda and begin laying waste to that temple of all things unholy with a barrage of stolen street sign battering rams and makeshift catapults slinging second-hand car parts from the chop shops surrounding the stadium.
"Testacuzzis" loooooool
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