BEEP BEEP BEEP....That’s the sound of the Mets trying to back into the postseason.
There’s not a whole lot to you can say about the recent 5-10 record and the feeling of despair hovering over this team.
By now, everyone is aware of the trials and tribulations of the Mets pitching, especially the bullpen. It feels like it’ll take a complete game shutout just to get a win. Except they don’t have a starter that can get past the 5th.
Last night’s debacle, combined with a Phillies win, closed the gap to one game.
So, the season comes down to four games in four days.
Proving that it takes more than one or two solid seasons to change the mindset of a historically demoralized fan base, a good number of Mets fans are spending their time trying to figure out which relievers to sign in the offseason, what it will take to land Johan Santana, and who’s going to replace Willie Randolph.
Personally, it's never been my style to give up like that, and I’m praying the Mets come through to let me atone for MY mistake last season.
As partial season ticket holders last year, my friends and I were entitled to one NLDS game, two NLCS games (1 and 7), and one World Series game (game 4) at Shea. Prior to the playoffs, I was forced to make a decision regarding a business trip: schedule it during the NLCS and hope there’s no game 7, or schedule it during the World Series and try to talk my way out of it (would have been extremely difficult at the time) if the Mets made it. I took it for granted that the Mets would steamroll their way through the National League, so I banked on there not being a game 7 in the NLCS.
Ever since that roller coaster night; watching the game alone in my hotel room, calling my friends for every big moment just to hear the crowd, and then not speaking to them for a week after Cardinal killer, Carlos Beltran, struck out looking with the bases loaded to end the season, I’ve been counting down the days until this postseason so both the Mets and I could redeem ourselves. They should have won, and I should have been there.
Since that day, my desktop background has been what should've been the image of the postseason, the defining moment in the championship run for the Mets…
I sleep with Shea stadium hanging over my head.
I wake up with the ’86 Mets on the nightstand to my left…
And all day long while I work I’m reminded of what could have been…
So, on the cusp of the biggest night of the season to date, I watched the Mets 1986 DVDs, and then the 2006 DVD.
Remembering being in the stadium last year for the grand slams, the come backs, the stifling bullpen, the walk-offs, the double play at home plate, everything...
I remembered how I thought last year’s team was invincible, and so did they...
“Nothing is impossible… If we believe, we can do everything.”
- Carlos Beltran
“It really doesn’t matter what the score is. If we’re behind, we’re gonna win the game.”
– Tom Glavine
I remembered that, even without that aura, this year’s team is STILL the most talented and best overall team in the National League.
I remembered how the Cardinals finished last season 3-8 and the Tigers 0-4 (against Toronto and KC) before meeting in the World Series a few weeks later.
I remembered the Phillies are still the Phillies.
Then, I looked at the pitching matchups for tonight.
Pedro Martinez (NYM) vs. Joel Pineiro (STL)
John Smoltz (ATL) vs. Kyle Kendrick (PHI)
And I believed, because... Ya Gotta Believe.