I swore off the whole damn thing not a week ago. I vowed that I would shun for the rest of the baseball season a team that I had long rooted for - the New York Mets.
But that's like kicking the White Horse cold turkey.
Not going to happen.
Once upon a time my Mets were a pack of loveable also-rans - playing hard, having fun but not always coming out on top.
But they had their surprises. I was too young for the baseball miracle that was the 1969 champion Mets. But I saw a lousy team suddenly blossom and make it to the World Series in 1973. I was hooked.
They weren't the Yankees (the other New York team - - - the ones we must forever be compared to). The Yanks were juggernauts without a soul. They threw around big money contracts and lured big names.
Not my Mets. They grew their players through the minor leagues.
And then came 1986. The Mets were rough-and-tumble, scrappy and pugnacious. And they won. Big. And they won a championship. A winning team that you could give your heart to.
The years became lean. Then a period where we took some pretty good shots at the top. Once we made the World Series, but the hated Yanks beat them. Then another backslide.
But a couple of years ago the Mets came of age again. They grew new talents... a poster-boy third baseman who could hit the tar out of the ball. A Dominican speedster who electrified the crowd with his all-around skills. And the Mets did something else -- they started to spread the money around too. And they added big-time established stars to their lineup.
Mets fans were okay with that, especially when we made the playoffs in 2006 and came a win away from the World Series. So close. And we were fine with these guys.
Then a year later - 2007 - they choked. A sports term - choke - meaning you have the win in your grasp and you let it get away. That's what they did, losing an ungodly number of games at the end of that season and giving up what seemed a sure hold on first place.
We were hurt, but believed we'd get over it. And then the Mets continued spending big. They forked over something like $137 million to land the services of an elite pitcher. That's okay, we Mets fans thought, they got to turn it around.
And this year -- with all that talent -- they played like logy uncles with their belts undone after Thanksgiving dinner. They seemingly lacked heart and hustle and drive. They were damn hard to watch. They were like the A student who couldn't stop cutting up in class.
So after a particularly bad loss - I vowed I'd stop following the team I had always followed. I made it public (well, at least as public as my Facebook and Twitter sites).
And for a few days I paid them no mind. Then I glanced at the sports pages. Then I check the score on the computer (just a quick glance mind you).
Then a funny thing happened. They started winning, beating teams who were ahead of them in the chase for the playoffs.
And tonight, as I finish this post, they have won their fourth-in-a-row. And they look, well, worthy of the fan adoration I've always showered on them.
Now, I know how this sounds. It's pathetic in a way. I accept that. I'm a grown man with kids and a job and bills to pay.
Why get so worked up about a ball team.
And even if you accept the fan concept -- why get so carried away, like some swoony teen-age girl.
I don't know. I can't explain it.
Just like I could never explain to my parents my ritual at night when going to sleep.
On one wall of my bedroom I had plastered posters of every Met player of the day. It was to the left of my bed.
If they won, I would sleep on my left side, facing the poster. If they lost, I'd go to the right, giving the poster papers my back.
Tonight I sleep on the left side.
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Comments: 22
ESPN and their dupes on Sport Center have force fed us in flyover country a steady diet of the Mets, Yankees, and Red Sox, so much that I automatically turn them off if the TV is talking about them.
The Twins could win the World Series and the day after the headline story on Sportscenter would be highlights of Joe Torre's prostate surgary or Davey Johnson beating his spouse. Somewhere after half the show would be over, they might get around to the Twins winning the World Series. And, I know those guys aren't the current managers of those teams but I don't care who is.
Michael, is that true that Johann Santana gave up a GRAND SLAM to an American League pitcher? Hoo, hoo, hooooooooooo.
Cubs fans deep down DON'T want to win the World Series! If they won the World Series, what would they complain about? Deep down, they like the agnst that comes with years of "almost" getting there! Except maybe if they played the Mighty Whities in the World Series.
Could be worse; you could be a Cubbie.
Of course, that doesn't mean I can't sneak a peak at the scores from time to time......
My once favorite team, the Reds haven't won since 2000. They stink.
I rather watch football, it only comes on one day of the week.
Go Bengals!
I can't wait for their season to start.