Part of being a Met fan is having your heart broken.
Every spring brings glimmers of hope and optimism. And every autumn tends to bring sadness and disappointment.
However, I'll never stop rooting for my beloved Mets. I was born under the shadows of Shea Stadium in Flushing, Queens and my heart will always belong to the Mets until the day I die.
As many fans understand, seeing one's team in the World Series may only happen once in a lifetime. The Chicago Cubs last appeared in the Series in 1945. They last won a championship in 1908. How many Cubbie fans have lived and died since then?
So when the Mets made the division series and World Series tickets went on sale, I knew I had to be there. Thankfully, my beautiful wife understood how important this was to me. She sold an arm, a leg, one of her kidneys, and the naming rights to all of our future children in order to buy me an early birthday present...the now-worthless souvenir ticket that you see here.
Tied at 3 games apiece in a best-of-7 series, down two runs with the bases loaded and two outs...that's about as close as you can possibly come to making it to the Series. But with a single strikeout, the Mets season ended. As the saying goes, close only counts when it comes to horseshoes and hand grenades.
Oh well...there's always next season.
GO CARDS!!!
Posted by: PJ | October 25, 2006 at 10:21 PM
hey metrodad...just wandering over from my friend's blog. i'm laughing my ass off! and i'm coming back for more.
and i went to the last game at shea this year. it was a feckin' heartbreaker, man. i was born in Queens, my parents were raised in Flushing. i am a Mets fan until death do us part.
cheers,
swampgrrl, aka moe
Posted by: swampgrrl | December 01, 2006 at 10:22 PM