This post isn’t going to feature any cute guys, or furry anipals or anything else. It’s just a Mets fan trying to understand what happened. Actually no – I know exactly what happened. The Mets choked. It’s as simple as that. The bullpen just flat out imploded in the last 3 weeks. The offense tried to save them in some games, but it wasn’t enough. You can also blame Tom Glavine, if you’re so inclined. But you know what? This shouldn’t have even come down to the last game. It should’ve been wrapped up, and the team simply couldn’t get it done.
I refuse to say that the Phillies wanted it more or any other such cliche. I looked at those guys play for 162 games, and you could see it on their faces. They cared. They also wondered what the hell was happening. In a way, this isn’t as bad as last year, because even though we had a hold on first place for most of the year, you could tell this team just wasn’t as good as last year’s. I’m not saying it doesn’t suck, because of course it does. No one wants to be that team, the one that fritters away a 7-game lead with 17 games left to play. But it happened, there’s nothing you can do about that but accept it now. And besides, I’ve been a Mets fan for 10 years – what more fitting way to celebrate my 10-year anniversary than by the Mets’ royally fucking this up? It’s their way.
Maybe it seems that I’m not too torn up over this. I am. Like I said above, it sucks. But after watching this team play godawful baseball when it mattered the most, I was resigned to this. I think I’ve been accepting this a little more every day during the past few weeks. So, I’ll take with me the good things that happened this season – um, I’ll probably think of some later, after I wash the bad taste out of my mouth – and just enjoy the postseason, like a good little baseball fan. Because after 10 years, I know this as well as anyone else – “wait till next year!”
Congrats to the Phillies and their fans (and our very own Clare). On to the postseason – and may the best team win.