Monday, September 29, 2008

Mets Fans Get Bitch Slapped, Take 2

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I've been a New York Mets fan ever since I got cable t.v. in 1978. Thirty-one very long and agonizing years. From the pathetic bumblers of the late 70's, to the cocaine fueled years of the mid-80's where the team came so tantalizingly close in '84 & '85, that you wanted to beat their heads in with a baseball bat for torturing you like that. '86 brought such a euphoric high that even the loss of '88 didn't dampen your spirits. Instead, the deluge started as soon as the decade turned and those teams began torturing your soul again so badly that you jumping of the Golden Gate bridge and having your head crushed from the ocean impact would be a more favorable experience to what they did to you. Onwards to the next decade, where the teams started doing better, at least until 2007.

That's when the shit hit the fan and your heart was beaten, stabbed, mutilated and pounded into the ground from a team that did a Greg Norman like choke job.

Yup, the 2007 season turned out like one big fuckin' car wreck. One stupid dumb ass mistake after another, piled on top of each other until you were ready to either scream, "What the fuck is going on with this shitty team???" or do this....

That's right boys and girls, bite your fuckin' nuts off, because you just knew that the pain would be over and done with. But wait, there's more.

As 2007 turned into 2008, once again the team started to do well. As the spring morphed into the early summer, thoughts starting turning to the playoffs. But as you were beginning to find out, just like those mealy mouthed Chicago Cub and Boston Red Sox fans experienced year in and year out, they simply just couldn't get the FUCKIN' JOB DONE!

Bullpen? More like bull shit. Every single time they got a lead, the bullpen imploded. No help was gotten, because good old Omar decided to stay pat. Thus, the clock started to turn back to 2007, when the team blew a 7 game lead with 17 left to play.

And the season turned into one big fat car wreck, again. And you wanted to bite your testicles off, again.

If you're a New York Mets fan, what lesson did you learn from this season? If you said, "Georgie, we got bitch slapped for our loyalty.", then you would be absolutely 100% correct.

'Nuff said.

Bring on the New England Patriots, I'm ready for some football.

1 comment:

  1. You and Holysmokes should get together and commiserate over a beer. He's a longtime Mets sufferer as well.


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