At least someone loves me…
I’m sitting here right now, with a pit in my stomach. The season isn’t over, but I feel – seriously, I don’t even know what I feel anymore. I’m spent. This season has taken it out of me. I can’t even look for a picture, because I prefer to forget the past few hours. Long story short, the Mets let countless opportunities slip through their fingers. (That, or the Cubs pitchers just bore down at the right moment. One or the other.) And that is the game in a nutshell – a Cubs 9-6 victory over the Mets.
The Phillies to the Braves, 10-4, presenting a perfect opportunity for the Mets to make up a game. Of course, that would be too easy and it makes too much sense. So the Mets pull the defeat out of the jaws of victory. Furthermore, the Brewers took care of business and defeated the Pirates, 4-2, so now the Mets and Brewers are tied for the Wild Card. It’s like the Mets love to torture their entire fan base. I can’t even continue. I’m going to go drown my sorrows in some chocolate ice cream.
Sorry for the lack of hot men. But, Santana’s underneath me (don’t I wish!) so check him out.
How am I going to get through the next few days?