Our season has not yet come.
With every Mets loss over the past two weeks, I still believed they would pull it together. When Johnny Maine nearly pitched a no-hitter on Saturday, and the boys spit out runs like they were sunflower seeds? I was so sure we’d bash out another win on Sunday and show those Phillies who they’re dealing with. I just knew it.
But this year was not meant to be.
I hate that the Phils won the division. Hate it. The Phillies make me want to lift weights so I can punch something and actually have an impact. But I have every faith that next year our boys will come back strong. The Mets thrive as underdogs. They turn it up when there’s something to prove. Now they’ve got a whole lot to prove, and I know they’ll come back fighting hard next year.
We are underdogs again. And everyone involved with our team will make sure that 2008 will be ours. Omar will do whatever it takes to fill in the holes we may be missing. If I had to choose a Mets slogan for 2008? It’d be Game on.
I’ve still got loads of pics and snippets of SNY dialogue I never got around to posting, so stay tuned over the next few weeks to relive some of the fun and tender moments of 2007.
Our season will come.