Yes I have been away from my blog for a long time, but I'm back. While I was away on summer vacation, a lot of things happened in the sports world: The Mets bounced back, the Jets got Brett Favre, the Patriots lost Tom Brady, the Devils got Mattias Tallenby (Stanley Cup '09), Michael Phelps won eight gold medals, Tiger Woods went on Injured Reserve after further knee discomfort after winning the U.S. Open, Roger Federer fell to number two in the world, Dallas Cowboy cornerback Adam Jones asked not to be called "Pacman" Jones any more, Aarron Rogers is starting his legacy at Green Bay, along with Jimmy Clausen at Notre Dame, and the Mets led by 3 games in the division on September 12, and then lost even the wild card by the end of the season, what else is new?
That is what this blog is about, how bad the Mets can be, how disappointing they are, and how Mets fans' relationship with their favorite team needs to be analyzed by Dr. Phil. Unfortunately, I was at the last game at Shea Stadium. Going into the game, I showed that I was confident in the New York Metropolitans, but on the inside, I was frightened for my life. That's how the ferry-ride over was, marked by nervous chit-chat. If I had a choice, I don't think I would even take the tickets to see the last game at Shea ever again. It's hard to say that I could go watch another Mets game in my life. When a team lets you down like that in back to back seasons, it is hard to put that Endy Chavez (best player on the team) jersey back on and root for them. At least Chicago has just been bad for the last century, not just a team of empty promises.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
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