Hello Fellow Met Fans. I’m very glad to be joining GodBlessBuckner.com and equally excited to be sharing blogging duties with Eno Sarris. Eno has done an amazing job with the site and happy to be on board.
As the new guy on the block, I thought it might be appropriate to give my own personal spin on the plight of being a Met fan. And, yes, it’s not easy is it? It takes a tough exterior, blind faith and an enormous amount of self-confidence to even admit that you root for the Metropolitans. After all, aren’t the Mets the ugly sister to that team across the river?
Being a Met fan is about the highest highs and the deepest valley of lows. It’s about Tom Seaver being traded away in the “Midnight Massacre” and it’s about Tommie Agee’s diving catches in the ’69 World Series. It’s about the crowd shouting “Eddieee, Eddieee” as Kranepool strokes a single to right and it’s about Ralph Kiner wishing “Happy Birthday to all you Dads” on Father’s Day. It’s about black cats on the field and Lee Mazzilli basket catches. It’s about a brawl at second base with a stocky guy name Rose and a skinny guy named Bud. It’s about a Dave Kingman home run and 3 strikeouts to finish the day. It’s about a Mike Piazza beaning and yes, it’s about a ground ball to a certain Boston first baseman.
And every March, there’s new hope that this year will be different because the team looks so good when you write out the lineup on a piece of paper when everyone is healthy—well, almost everyone. You put up with the frustration, the disappointment, the ridicule, the cheers, the jubilation and even sometimes the tears. You endure it all because that’s what being a Met fan is all about and you know you love them every step of the way. You bleed orange and blue.
So, with Spring Training rapidly approaching, I look forward to commenting, critiquing, dissecting and stat-crunching all the Met news and numbers. Here’s hoping good things for the Mets in 2010 and I hope you’ll join Eno and I along the way.