In my last post I mentioned “cabin fever” getting the best of me. Trying to write about the Mets during a winter of inaction led me to do some reading.

For the past few weeks I’ve been re-reading favorites from my own shelf and borrowing books from the library. What I’m reading this weekend is a book I’ve been meaning to read for two years, and never got around to it, until now: Faith and Fear in Flushing: An Intense Personal History of the New York Mets, by Greg Prince.

Prince’s blog partner Jason Fry wrote the Foreward, and in it, describes one of Greg’s extraordinary traits:

New Year’s is supposed to be a time of optimism. We write resolutions in the hopes of making ourselves better people(or at least, more accepting of ourselves). The dropping of the ball, the fireworks, and the ushering in of a new digit at the end of the vintage are supposed to be signs of better things to come.

Why don’t I feel that way as a Mets fan?