Mets Hope These Little Town Blues Are Melting Away

July 12, 2009

On June 22nd, the Mets placed Carlos Beltran on the disabled list. Looking back on that date, you could also say that since that time the New York Mets have been marching towards a slow death. After a solid four-game series against the St. Louis Cardinals, the Little Engine that could seized to exist. Manager Jerry Manuel and his band of overachievers were found limping on the side of the road with no road map in tow. In a span of eighteen games in which the Mets lost twelve, all those affiliated with this team found no other way to escape its failures than to demand the team make a trade.

Days and nights went by and the Mets continued to depress and suck the life out of every soul that crossed its path. Young mothers were betrayed by their grandparents’ tales of how the Miracle Mets of ’69 came back from obscurity to win the World Series. Nieces and nephews were made to feel envious instead of proud by stories of an ’86 Mets team that literately beat up on the opposition and winning the Fall Classic in come-from-behind fashion. Contemporary adults were left feeling disdain because they were not a part of the overwhelming camaraderie administered by Mets fans during the 2000 Subway Series.

After pushing through all that nostalgia, we then decided to take a step back. We began to see the situation for what it really was: another wasted Mets season without a taste of the World Series. This was a grave reality that could not be shaken with just one step forward here or there. For a moment, we believed that what was left of our team was enough to get us through the rain. This was never meant to be. Things will get worse before they get better. But how much worse and when does it get better? Last night’s win might be a start.

With their ace on the mound, a formidable lead-off hitter, and a fresh new face eager to get his hands dirty, the Mets got the job done last night. This time around the goose egg was compliments of the other team. Perhaps, we just needed someone like Jeff Francoeur to remind us that these last eighteen games were just a tough stretch. Six and half games behind may not be so bad after all. We still have a lot of baseball left to play. Listening to the Mets new starting right fielder before the game opened my eyes to all these things. Most importantly, it made me realize that there’s something special about playing in New York. Maybe, some of these current Mets players need to realize that sentiment, too.

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