Ok. Clearly I have to save my pep talks for very important games. The must-wins. Do they have magic powers, these enthusiastic pep talks that no beloved Met will ever get near, let alone read? Um, no. But this is baseball, so you will indulge me this one (of many) supersition. And so the season’s begun.
Tonight’s the first "real" game on SNY, and I can’t wait to have the whole team back together, from pre-show to post. As fun as Sunday’s game was to watch, I could certainly have done without the ESPN announcers, Captain and Major Obvious. What fun are such duh-worthy statements as Jon Miller’s "Carpenter’s really struggling here." "This Mets lineup is a meat grinder." "Glavine is dazzling them right now." Um…ya think?
The Mets blogosphere has been buzzing about the David Wright article in this week’s New York Magazine. Mine arrived in my mailbox yesterday, but I have yet to read it. You know I’ll have some commentary to add here after I do…so stay tuned, folks
(We’re starting the David Wright Goatee Watch 2007 clean-shaven…will the bare chin be able to repeat last year’s power performance? Let’s Go Chin!)
Just over an hour and a half remains until baseball season begins once more.
At the risk of offending my buddy Mark, the man who made me a Mets blogger, I will fully admit: I hate the Cardinals. Smug, poorly behaved brutes.
Man, I want the Mets to win tonight. I want our boys to find last year’s spirit and swagger, bottle it up, and take a tall drink before stepping out on that field. Toss away the sloppiness and reconnect with Willie Ball. Let’s get a Mets first inning, with young Jose racing to third, followed by Duc batting him in. Throw in a homer from at least one Carlos. DWright, stick your tongue out and hit hard the other way. Shawnie, find your swing. Gentlemen? Aim big. Walk cocky. Do it right.
And win. I know I’ve got no business asking, but I’m going to anyway. Win it for us, boys.