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Mr. Met visits children’s hospital, gets peppered with probing questions from the kids


Mr. Met, like any mascot, has had his fair share of ups and downs in his life. He’s got a gorgeous wife — at least he thinks so — not to mention a great big league life.

Sure, there have been times when he’s been on the outs with Mrs. Met after getting a big head about his prominent position in baseball, and the old ball and chain — emphasis on ball — has to play hardball with her spouse and knock him down a peg or two. But for the most part, being the official mascot of the New York Mets, with all it entails, is a pretty sweet gig.

You know, except for the losing and the occasional organizational ineptitude. Other than that, it’s a decent life.

One of the benefits of being Mr. Met is the adulation from fans. Mets backers are particularly fond of their beloved mascot, especially children.

With that in mind, it must have been a crushing blow to his ego when he stopped by a children’s hospital recently. While the kids were thrilled to see him, his appearance did not leave them starstruck. In fact, the kids made Mr. Met probably feel like he was sitting across from an esteemed journalist sweating through tough question after tough question during a searing expose on “60 Minutes.”

Why? Because they came at him with with probing, challenging questions, questions that Mr. Met likely cannot answer … and if he could, he wouldn’t want to. Or couldn’t.

New York Magazine’s Jessica Roy filed a report about Mr. Met’s recent visit Cohen’s Children’s Hospital in New Hyde Park — Mets players joined the mascot, but odds are they were an afterthought — where tweets from WABC sports anchor Laura Behnke were highlighted, posts that show just how curious the kids were about their ill-shaped-headed guest.

Fantastic questions. Fair, but tough. It looks like there were some mini Morley Safers on hand that day.

At the same time, as the kids pointed out, even if Mr. Met wanted to answer their questions, he couldn’t anyway.

From the mouths of babes, indeed.