The Will To Rock Flushing

I’ve written a post all day in my head.  Tonight, anything I type here doesn’t seem like enough to sum up the final days of Shea and a season.  Instead I’ll share a photo of my mom taken on our very slow walk out of Shea.  I think it sums up my emotions right now.

(Photo by Jim McIsaac/Getty Images)

if only we could have put them all out on the field tonight… at least on the mound and at the plate. 

Reasons why last night sucked:

• I sat alone in the stadium for the first two innings.
• The top of the first.
• Stitch n’ Pitch denied me a bag of goodies this year.
• On either side of me sat knitters who couldn’t stand up when you tried to walk by them.*
• Mr. know-it-all sitting behind me.
• Cold. Rain. Wind.
• Umbrellas.  I have no problem with people putting their umbrellas up.  I do have a problem when your umbrella is preventing me from seeing home plate.

Reasons why none of that mattered:

• The bottom of the first (maybe this team knows what a sac fly is after all!)
• Free Shea pin thanks to Stitch n’ Pitch.
• The fans.  Particularly the ones who weren’t protected from the rain by an overhang (*cough* me) and those who stuck it out to the end (*cough* me).
• The bottom of the eighth.
• The bottom of the ninth.
• Remembering why I’m a Mets fan.
• Hope.

And I believe that there’s an 80% chance that I’m going to have an ulcer by the end of the weekend.

I had the unfortunate pleasure of being in Shea this evening.  There’s nothing to say.  No words.

However, I have a game plan for the Mets for the next 6 games.  When the starting pitching is done for the night whether it’s the 4th inning or the 8th inning, let’s put an extra guy in the outfield and a tee on home plate.  It couldn’t turn out any worse than the if the bullpen were out there.  Who needs a pitcher anyway?  8| Either that or we put Church on the mound.  Church is almost always on target when he throws the ball.  He’s got heat so why not?  Tell me putting Heilman out there is a better idea.

I expect to see these signs posted around Shea next week.  Not because I’m being pessimistic and think that we’re headed for a downward spiral.  I simply don’t doubt that every game won or lost will be chock full of moments of despair. 

I just purchased tickets for the League Championship Series. 

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If the baseball season were cut to 144 games and the games were shortened to eight innings, these Mets would be a dynasty.

However, forced to play the full schedule and the whole nine, they are a mess.

That’s a quote from Wallace Matthews column this morning.  Normally I hate reading what he has to say.  He is the epitome of a Yankee fan.  In the last few weeks as the Yankees hopes of post season slowly dwindle, he is looking more and more like a typical borough hopper.  However, this isn’t an opinion.  It’s fact.  It feels like every loss in the last month maybe longer have been losses that just should not have happened.  Losses that happened in the 9th inning when we held the lead for the entire game.  Those last three outs is the worst Mets Killer this year. More often than not it’s just that one final strike.  Bleh.  That’s all I have to say.  Bleh.