Ok here we are again. Another October where us Mets fans get to watch Altanta getting ready for the playoffs. This is like 15 years in damn row. Most of those years they’ve owned us. One heartbreaking, back breaking, spirit crushing bad loss after another. And they don’t do anything in October. i’m not sure if that makes it better or worse. I guess it’s better, but the continued mindless tomahawk chopping their idiot fans are still doing after over a decade of playoff nothingness somehow adds to the ignominity of being perpetually inferior to these redneck slobs who can’t sell out playoff games. And guys with names like Chipper keep killing us. Bigots like John Rocker own us despite us knowing we’re better then him and that every one who rides the #7 has more class in their ethnic and homosexual pinkies than he does behind his entire sloped forehead. It doesn’t matter the cast of characters its just a baseball axiom. The Braves will beat us.
I know this is not my usual identity on this site. Here I’m mainly politically passionate and thoughtful movie-culture analysis guy. But if you want to know me you should know this: the Mets and me go way friggin back and our connection is as deep and dysfunctional as many families and relationships. It exists on the level of metaphor as well as the prosaic. Baseball itself is the subject of a library of literature as well as most of the best sports movies ever. It is so because it runs deep and those who know it and grew up with its measured cadences and arythmic perturbances know how it reflects life. We know how truly American this game once was even if America is now being characterized better by X Games and Arena Football.
I think only people on Mets boards like the one where i post and find the most knowledgeable fans anywhere at NYFans Only via Scout.com can truly understand the spirtual emtiness and colossal weight that I feel every October as the Braves prepare for yet another playoff appearance. It makes me want to hate the game. Give it up for good. It makes me feel like god is a lunatic or that the baseball part of my reality is being played out in one of Dante’s nine circles. I just want it to end. Every year I hope and see valid reasons and yet know they’ll be there. And they are. And it goes on and on and on and on…
06 will be no different. They’ll be there again. you know it, I know it, they know it, and the Mets know it. Some night after another brutal sweep at their horrid little stadium I can easily imagine Rod Sterling stepping out of the bullpen as the lights dim and doing a monologue for both sets of fans that kind of explains our collective pain that is simultaneously never ending and yet so dichotomous as we suffer their greatness in comparison to us and they in turn see how meaningless it is every October as they fall meekly.
And if they should somehow make it to the Series and upset this delicate Twilight Zone balance that keeps both our realities so precariously intact, well I don’t even want to think of the consequences. it’s just too much to even…no forget it, I shouldn’t have even… I mean, oh nothing I just love the Fall so much. So Tired.
well you can’t forget their ill fated apperance in the subway series a few years back. although they failed, it was quite a thing to see both NY teams in the world series. i’m not a full fledge mets hater, i despise the yankees. the mets are just that team… more like that dirty grimy new york team. i think they represent new york today alot better then the yankees who have become THE baseball team. even in all the shops in cooperstown it was yankees yankees yankees. a place that should represent baseball as a whole (although it does alot better then any other place i’ve ever seen, it’s still littered with useless yankees shit). now don’t get me wrong, lou, mickey, joe, roger… (and notice i leave out the babe because something about him has always bothered me, maybe it’s how the guy looked, who knows) were THE best, and as much as i hate the yankees of today, mostly late ’90′s-present day, i respect and have nothing but good things for the yankees of old. i had to search every shop in cooperstown, dig through all the yankees shit to find 1, let me make that clear, 1 fucking shop that had a 59fifty newera marlins cap in my size. and only 2 shops even had marlins caps. but anyway, back to the mets. i grew up watching the yankees and mets on tv, and in ’93 with the birth of the marlins something about a fish attracted me to them at a young age, i have no idea what. anyway, i forgot the point of my story but never give up on your team, your blood, and your damn state! if the marlins don’t make it to the world series the next team i would want to see there is the mets (and i cringed when i just admitted that)… straight out of my pride of being from the great state of new york.
I noticed the same thing at Cooperstown. Friggn horror show up there. I think there were a couple of Mets items and all belonging to Tom Seaver who’s announcing skills have caused me to lose much of my love and respect for him.
I was never a yankee hater until the past few years. The $200 million budget thing is just repulsive. I know the Mets are up there but they manage to keep things at or slightly under the cap. Marlins fans have been pretty fortuante getting 2 championships in such a short time. Ane yet they’ve never won a division. I gotta say though that Dontrelle Willis annoys me. Cant put my finger on why. i think its a combination of that retarded way he wears his cap and the fact that the Mets can’t hit him. Makes me think of that Fat Albert character with the hat thing. Oh god I know that sounds racist and its not at all. Just get a cap that fits man and odnt hide underneath it and wear it straight too please. And stop being so good when youre not already.
haha, i wear my caps very similar to willis although i’ve always worn my hat off to the side alittle bit. but he’s making the big bucks and getting the wins for my beloved fish so it doesn’t bother me in the least! first man to win 20 games for the team, and yes they’ve conquered the leagues two times since ’93… the next dynasty? only time will tell! i fell out of the loop for a long time and unfortunetly didn’t catch one single game of the ’03 championship or season for that matter
this year i got completely back into the swing of things with catching games on the tv and reading the paper almost everyday. forgot how much i loved the sport. back when i was a kid i was a great ball player and everyone always told me i had alot of potential in the game. wish i had stuck with it! who knows where i would be right now… ah well. things happen for a reason so they say!
Though i can’t claim to have had big league potential I could play a bit in the youth and love the smells and sights and sounds of the game. Even just getting a good catch going and the smell of the mitt, smack of the ball hitting it, and fantasies evoked by just letting it fly are all so sweet. IT’s more than a game.
We lost to you guys tonight with Pedro on the mound thus solidifying my impression that he and Beltran have made not the slightest difference and are the usual wastes of money big ticket free agents are. Another last place finish with or without them. Whatever improvement we had this year can all be chalked up to Wright and FLoyd.
On to the hot stove league.
And the fabric of my universe remains intact. The Mets spent another season losing every meaningful game we played against Atlanta and they showed just how meaningless it was by choking in October. All is normal in my reality. Go Astros!