Corey Gorey Who doesn’t love roller-coaster rides? I don’t. But if you’re looking to squeeze the maximum yield of excitement out of the remaining fifty-one days with your .500 Mets, let’s pray for more games like last night’s win against San Diego.
According to my creative interpretation of the stats provided by the saintly robots at Baseball-Reference.com, the Mets have won
Seeing as how it was already over 100 games into the season, I figured I could trust the Mets to take care of themselves over the weekend. Wrong.
Do you find yourself making decisions in your life based upon the next Mets game? Not just clearing your schedule to watch all nine innings, but changing things to conform to your ideas about your own role in the action? Do you attach an unnecessary importance to completely unrelated and simple options such as picking what chair to sit in or when to look away from the TV?
You have to face the fact that
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How many days in a row will I wake up, check out the blogosphere, scan the standings, and wish this 162 game baseball season would end? Sure, it’s only July, but Bud Selig is not the boss of me. If I followed my own advice and remembered to forget about the legitimate end date to the 2011 schedule, I would be much happier right now. At many points during the past few months lying to myself would have been a viable alternative to—what do they call it? Reality? Considering how many pundits were certain the Mets would find themselves in the NL East basement from the get-go, I’m nearly satisfied with mediocre. If the season ended today we wouldn’t have won anything—no multi-pronged trophies to encase, flags to hoist, or ostentatious rings to flaunt—but I sure as hell wouldn’t feel like I was squandering any more time or emotion, either. And when it comes right down to it, isn’t the MLB all about me, the fan?
In order to preserve my sanity and the club’s dignity, here are some proposed dates for when this season should have ended:
How the sexagenarian rocker from KISS turned his back on Flushing and the Mets Before the second game of the Mets’ most recent trip to L.A., Gene Simmons of KISS threw out the ceremonial first pitch for the Dodgers. Unfortunately, the 61 year-old bassist didn’t do it in his ghoulish whiteface makeup and platform boots, … Read more
