Important Stuff
I haven't written much here in a long while. I'm still yelling at the TV and now I make the occasional comment on Facebook--though referencing anything political on Facebook feels like a faux pas.
But I am compelled to document my thoughts on a subject of vital importance to me.
Not health care. Not nukes. Not immigration or taxes. Neither the Tea Party nor President O.
Something much more important.
The Mets.
My Mets.
My Mets...suck.
And there is no hope in sight.
I can deal with St. John's being bad, and I've become accustomed to the Islanders being wholly horrible, year in and year out. The Knicks? I'm a Knick fan in theory only, like someone who says they'd rather take the Lotto money they hope to win in one lump sum rather than over 20 years. Will I root for the Knicks if they ever again field a basketball team? Yeah, probably.
The Jets surprised us all, but as much as I love football, it seems a temporary thing--something to get us through from the World Series to pitchers & catchers.
But the Mets? They're the only team that can, and regularly do, break my heart.
As the season started I noted on Facebook how disappointed I was with the team. I was told I had to believe. I responded:
"I lost hope when they didn't fire the GM or manager, when they didn't make a run at Roy Halliday, or John Lackey, or even Orlando Hudson, and when they went into the season with a #1 pitcher and 4 possible #5's, no first baseman, no second baseman, an overrated--and hurt--SS; a hurt CF'er; a hope-he'll-play-well RF, and no catcher. And no bullpen leading up to an admittedly super closer.
I see lots and lots of 6-2 losses.
Lots."
I didn't throw in the owners. Unfortunately Madoff didn't steal Fred Wilpon's first born along with Fred's money--that would have been a great help. Little Jeffrey the Idiot falls into that same new class of owners plaguing NY-- Jimmy Dolan, Jeffy Wilpon and Hank Steinbrenner-- morons whose only reason for their position is that they won, in my brother's words, the sperm lottery.
Ah, the Mets. As I write this they are 2-6. Can 3-11 be but a week away?
I hate it when my sports summer ends in April--though truly this season ended in January.
What am I going to do this summer--follow soccer?
Maybe I'll get lucky and the Weber grill will explode, leaving me in a coma til the football season starts.
But I am compelled to document my thoughts on a subject of vital importance to me.
Not health care. Not nukes. Not immigration or taxes. Neither the Tea Party nor President O.
Something much more important.
The Mets.
My Mets.
My Mets...suck.
And there is no hope in sight.
I can deal with St. John's being bad, and I've become accustomed to the Islanders being wholly horrible, year in and year out. The Knicks? I'm a Knick fan in theory only, like someone who says they'd rather take the Lotto money they hope to win in one lump sum rather than over 20 years. Will I root for the Knicks if they ever again field a basketball team? Yeah, probably.
The Jets surprised us all, but as much as I love football, it seems a temporary thing--something to get us through from the World Series to pitchers & catchers.
But the Mets? They're the only team that can, and regularly do, break my heart.
As the season started I noted on Facebook how disappointed I was with the team. I was told I had to believe. I responded:
"I lost hope when they didn't fire the GM or manager, when they didn't make a run at Roy Halliday, or John Lackey, or even Orlando Hudson, and when they went into the season with a #1 pitcher and 4 possible #5's, no first baseman, no second baseman, an overrated--and hurt--SS; a hurt CF'er; a hope-he'll-play-well RF, and no catcher. And no bullpen leading up to an admittedly super closer.
I see lots and lots of 6-2 losses.
Lots."
I didn't throw in the owners. Unfortunately Madoff didn't steal Fred Wilpon's first born along with Fred's money--that would have been a great help. Little Jeffrey the Idiot falls into that same new class of owners plaguing NY-- Jimmy Dolan, Jeffy Wilpon and Hank Steinbrenner-- morons whose only reason for their position is that they won, in my brother's words, the sperm lottery.
Ah, the Mets. As I write this they are 2-6. Can 3-11 be but a week away?
I hate it when my sports summer ends in April--though truly this season ended in January.
What am I going to do this summer--follow soccer?
Maybe I'll get lucky and the Weber grill will explode, leaving me in a coma til the football season starts.
posted by A Red Mind in a Blue State at 8:07 AM
