Vindication (of sorts), humiliation, and happiness
I had to stay away from the blog for a while after that incredible collapse as feelings of murderous rage coursed through my veins. However, this past Saturday and Monday brought a little bit of joy back to Mets fans. I guess it’s sad to feel happiness because of the failures of certain teams in the MLB playoffs, but I don’t care.
First up on Saturday were the Philadelphia Phillies being wiped off the face of the earth by the upstart Colorado Rockies. I was all in a mood to root for the Phillies after they managed to take the division away from the Mets, but strangely it was much more satisfying to see them get knocked out in three games after all of that. I’d rather be known for the greatest collapse in regular season history than have three extra games in October.

After the Yanks were knocked out of the playoffs on Monday by a very impressive Cleveland Indian team, I felt slightly bad for my Yankee fan friends- especially the ones who offered condolences while the Mets were hanging themselves. Unfortunately, a Yankee loss is still almost as good as a Mets win, so this lifted me up a touch. Do Yankee fans even feel any joy in the journey anymore? It’s got to be awful to consider anything but a World Series championship an accomplishment on a season to season basis. Fans might as well be in a coma from April-August until the AL East race starts heating up from now on.
Monday was an especially crazy night, as I was flipping back and forth between the Yankees demise and the Bills amazing effort against Dallas on Monday Night Football. Only the Bills and head goat Dick Jauron could’ve figured out a way to squander that game- excellent play calling down the stretch there. But you have to hand it to the defense who played absolutely out of their minds, as well as Trent Edwards who, despite being banged around consistently, was able to admirably manage the game for the most part in the face of enormous pressure. Kudos to the Bills- even if being a fan is slightly more than humiliating.
Finally (even though it doesn’t fit here chronologically, but I save the best for last), Saturday was very nice for me because Carm and I celebrated our two year anniversary together. We’re still not sure how we made it this far, but we’re sure glad we did. We got a couple of cool gifts for each other and went out to eat at Richardson’s Canal House, after which we came home and celebrated some more after the Phillies lost.
All in all, it was a pretty great weekend for a couple of hapless Mets fans who wanted nothing more than to be watching Wright, Reyes, and Beltran take it to the National League without remorse- but it wasn’t to be. Sometimes you have to settle for consolation prizes, I guess. Hopefully we won’t have to re-live the same nightmare on our third anniversary!
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