About a week-and-a-half ago, I planned to write a post about the Mets. I'm not sure how I was distracted from writing the post, but I'm in a different place now.
It was April 24. The Mets beat the Dodgers in a spectacular fashion--a 10th inning walk-off grand slam by Jordany Valdespin, his first home run of the season, and the first walk-off grand slam for the Mets in 22 years. Valdespin also saved pitcher Matt Harvey from suffering his first loss of the season.
At that point, the Mets were 10-9 for the season; the Dodgers record was 9-11. I felt a moment of hope and pride: the Mets were expected to be bad; the Dodgers had spent a fortune to bolster their chances--they should have been better.
I wish I had written that post. After that, the Mets dropped the next six games.
As Ada Calhoun put it in her review of Mike Piazza's book, you can tell a Mets fan by the current aura of despair. But we're still true to the orange and blue.
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