I’m a positive Mets guy. It’s a cool way to live. You get to watch the Mets and be handsome all day. Talk about the tops.
Sometimes the baseball part is hard. Baseball is often pain.
FLASHBACK: Game one of the 2022 Wild Card and Max Scherzer is getting rocked. Early innings and the game is gone. I said to my special lady friend, Toots, “I’m just trying to think about all the fun I had watching this team this season.”
That is what being a positive Mets fan is all about. It’s not a toxic positivity. It’s finding a way to deal with the beautiful pain of baseball and coming back the next night for more.
The pain is part of it. It’s in our bloodstream. But pain is a bully. And the best way to deal with a bully is to laugh.
All I know is Toots appreciates it cause I’m easier to deal with. And trust me, the woman needs a break.
So why would you boo a Met? Baseball is a hard game. Success is not anywhere close to guaranteed. It’s elusive and determined by inches, milliseconds. The greatest game ever invented by the collective dipshit known as man is beautiful because it’s brutal.
So I don’t boo, I cheer failure. The game’s full of it anyway so you might as well have a good time.
Plus when you boo you just bring down the vibe. Our vibe is fun. We leave the serious stuff for fans of the team across town. We party.
Opening day is this week. Here we go: the season. This is the year. The previous 36 prove us wrong but why not this one.
Our outfield is a good bunch. A steady Met for life from Wyoming in center, a California foodie in left, and an impossibly good-looking Dominican man in right.
Infield is strong. The best version of a Florida man at first, a simply brilliant American hitter at second, dependable Puerto Rican excellence at short, and a Venezuelan who appears to make everyone’s life better at third.
The Nido-Narvaez battery behind the plate just needs to catch. Classic baseball thinking applies: any stick you get from your catcher is a bonus.
Our bullpen got hit by a WBC-sized 2 x 4 and that’s fine. Guys will step up.
Our starters bring noise. First-ballot hall of fame noise. But we also need work from Carrasco, Peterson, Senga and Megill. Quintana will be a necessary help when the weather is warm.
So barring a catastrophic spate of injuries and baseball injustice, the Mets will be in the playoffs. Let’s get in, get hot, and get the whole fucking thing.
Every year we believe. And for many years that’s all we had.
Well I believe this year. I truly believe. And no matter what happens, it’ll be fun.
