I haven’t posted about the Mets this year, on purpose really. Things were going so well, I figured I’d wait until we were hoisting the World Series trophy to sum everything up with a long essay on what baseball, and tradition, and family, and sacrifice for a greater good, and being life and death interested in a pastime mean to me. Next year, hopefully…though we’ve got a lot to worry about.
For now I’ll just be happy that even with all of the injuries and some ill timed slumps, we still made it to game seven of the National League Championship Series…and oh yeah, for a really fun season and good times at Shea.
*this pic is actually from game 2, we didn’t take any pics last night.