Did you feel that jolt of cool air this morning? How invigorating. It’s what I like to call World Series weather. Nothing beats World Series weather, 70 degrees in the day and 50 by night. As baseball fans we live to spend a few glorious nights rooting for our team wearing our team colors on jackets, caps and even a blanket if needed. You are never cold or uncomfortable in World Series weather because the thought of a championship is all you need to give you a warm feeling.
The last five seasons as a Mets fan, we haven’t come close to experiencing World Series weather at Citi Field. No, as a Mets fan, that first autumn chill is just a reminder to call the boiler company to do a clean out of the furnace, to go to Home Depot and get some bags to collect the soon to be falling leaves and to take inventory of the rock salt supply. I’d much rather be getting my Mets jacket ready for use, along with my Mr. Mets cap and maybe just maybe my blue and orange gloves with the Mets logo on them.
While I will still wear those articles of Mets clothing throughout the fall and winter in what will be a non-combative situation. It’s been seven seasons since we’ve worn the post season war paint as Mets fans, we have become just a bunch of post season spectators, like Iceland at the United Nations, we’re a member of the league but have no real influence in the serious stuff going on.
I’m not happy about the situation in fact I’m totally pissed off. I guess 49 years of being a Mets fan, you remember the best and the worst of times. You revel in the high moments and fall into despair over the low moments and you know your heart is still into being a Mets fan because things that shouldn’t bother you eat at your soul. Tonight is one of those nights that looks like it going to be noshing on my blue and orange soul.
Jerry Seinfeld will be a part of the Mets broadcast tonight on SNY. I’m am a very big Seinfeld fan, his work is so outstanding that whenever I come by a re-run of SEINFELD I stop and watch no matter that I’ve seen the episode about 100 times. Seinfeld will be on the pre-game show with Chris Carllin and Bobby Ojeda as Seinfeld has a huge man crush on Bobby O and from there, he will join Gary, Keith and Ron (I guess) in the TV booth at Citi Field. I have a big time problem with this because this is not what September baseball is about.
Instead of Jerry Seinfeld doing Mets-Giants tonight, I should be hearing Gary Cohen updating me on the Mets Magic Number to clinch the NL East. I should be hearing Keith and Ron going over the hypothetical pitching matchup for the Mets in the post season and busting our buttons with pride as Ronnie says, “No one wants to be the first team to face the Mets with Harvey, Niese and Wheeler starting a series” I should be hearing that David Wright is the odds on choice to be the NL MVP and Harvey the NL Cy Young. I should be getting my post season groove ready. But I’m not.
The Mets are playing out the string for the fifth season in a row. It’s so bad the team has to resort to a side show of adding a standup comic to the best TV booth not just in baseball but all of sports. Excuse me for not laughing at the jokes because I don’t see anything funny in losing.
When I made my feelings known on Twitter last late on how I’m not happy with Seinfeld in the booth, I was treated like an Asian-American who just won the Miss America pageant. Most folks called me cranky and old and someone who needs to get over themselves. Some said it’s no big deal; some it seems are ok with all the losing as for they look at Mets games and Mets Twitter as more a social event. I’ve thought about those people.
Most of them weren’t even born when on August 20th 1985, the day Dwight Gooden struck out 16 San Francisco Giants in a game the Mets won 3-0 and had them in first place by a game and a half, at which point Mets fans were drooling over themselves and our reemergence as a World Series contender. They have only seen on a You Tube what I watched live when Eric Davis of the Reds slid hard into third base and into Ray Knight and Knight taking exception and flatting Davis with a serious right hook. This was also the game that Davey Johnson used Jesse Orosco and Roger McDowell in the same inning by shuttling both pitchers from the mound to the outfield, switching each pitcher for right or lefty batters. These same people never met Homer the Dog or have had their head patted by Joan Payson. They have never heard Jane Jarvis play live at Shea Stadium. They didn’t cry tears of sorrow on June 15, 1977. They never heard Lindsay Nelson, Bob Murphy and Ralph Kiner do a Mets game. They’ve never drank an R.C. Cola.
With all the losing seasons and ineptness of the present ownership, it would be so easy to walk away and say who cares. I will never do that. Like the lyrics say in our Alma matter “Meet the Mets” (by the way who besides me has this song on their iPod?)”The fans are true to the orange and blue” , I’ll be here reacting to the situation with this team as I see fit, hoping those who don’t care start caring and those who wear their Mets heart on their sleeve get rewarded for the undying support they have given an organization that doesn’t know how to love them back.