Game One: Cubs at Indians. It's a magic night in Cleveland as the Cavaliers raise their championship banner to celebrate the city's first title in 54 years.
This is not the match-up I was hoping for.
As the 2016 baseball season began, I had high hopes. The 2015 Mets had exceeded (all but one of) my wildest dreams. If the Kansas City Royals could make a World Series appearance and then return the following year to win, surely the Mets could as well.
We started 2016 with four young guns (and Bartolo Colon) in the starting rotation with Zach Wheeler preparing to return sometime in June. We had our closer Jeurys Familia. Our Captain was back, and we had Yoenis Cespedes for the entire season.
But things fell apart. Too many injuries to list. The original four young guns were down to one, along with the ageless Bartolo. Our captain was done for the year.
Inexplicable series losses to the Braves, Diamondbacks and Rockies (some sweeps) crushed us; with another nine wins, we would have won the East. Sigh.
Still I have to salute the new young guns of Seth Lugo and Robert Gsellman and the leadership of Asdrubal Cabrera.
It wasn't enough. We made it the post season, for only one game.
Tonight I watch Cubs v. Indians, and. I remember a magic night thirty years ago.
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