I'm willing to suspend disbelief in the never-ending search for entertainment. I promise you that's true. I just need shameless attempts at going viral to be remotely believable and I'll treat them as genuine. Unfortunately, this clip fails to meet that criteria.
Let's ignore that this "diehard Met's fan" is so invested in his team that he throws destructive temper tantrums after their rollercoaster of a season ends, yet he apparently doesn't own one single piece of memorabilia. That's an obvious red flag, but it's not nearly as detrimental to the perceived legitimacy of this video than the fact that it was taken at the end of the game.
If a Mets fan was absolutely going to lose his shit last night it would have happened when Conor Gillaspie - for all intents and purpose - put the nail in their coffin and shoveled 60 shades of shit on top of it. Forget the bottom of the 9th, because that was merely a part of the mourning period. That game was as over as a game can be once Madison Bumgarner had any semblance of run support. Anyone who follows the sport enough for it to make them flip a coffee table already knows that. Even the most blindly optimistic Mets fan watched those final 3 outs knowing that their fate had already been sealed. So don't tell me this kid in the board short/sweater combo just came to the realization that his team was cooked, because they had long been fried when the Giants officially walked off victorious.