Mets Fans to Spend Fall Driving Knish’s Truck
By Cecilio's Scribe on Sep 29, 2007 with Comments 0
Kevin Gregg collected the rake. Once Carlos Beltran’s meek infield pop up landed in Dan Uggla’s glove I was one of the 50,000 or so at Shea sitting in my seat. Speechless. Mouth agape. Emotionally and, by extension, physically paralyzed. I’d attented about 20 games over the course of the season as a partial season ticket holder. Watched a frighteningly high percentage of the other 140 or so. Spent countless hours, energy and breath on the New York Mets. And, here, sitting in the Loge section at Shea, our hopes had vanished.
Like Mikey McDermott, we’d gone bust, and it was like getting hit by a freight train even though the warning signs had been there for miles.
The expression on Mikey McD’s face after getting cleaned out by Teddy KGB in Rounders is the only adequate analogy I’ve been able to come up with in the past twelve or so hours since leaving Flushing.Like other Mets fans around the world, I’d been watching the events of the last month, but almost in a semi-detached manner. As if this was all an out-of-body experience that really wasn’t happening. Hell, our playoff tickets arrived in the mail yesterday. In retrospect, it was very similar to that “zone” you find yourself in Vegas or at the poker table. That things-may-be-going-badly-but-I’ve-still-got-chips-on-the-table mentality. Until they’re not…
So, as I sit here today I’m stilling trying to come to grips with it all. Like any self-respecting Mets fan, I’d be lying if I said I thought this team was taking us to the f&*!ing Mirage. But you never know what can happen once you get a seat at the table. Instead, we’ll be driving Knish’s truck…and wondering how we came up short.
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