A Mets Fan Officially Enters an Alternate Universe

Honestly, what the f*&! is going on here? Don’t get me wrong, I’m certainly not complaining. But who in the world is this team I’m watching??!!!

It can’t be the Mets. No, the Mets were a bumbling, unemotional group that couldn’t fight their way out of paper bag. Once they were down, they were inevitably out. They played bad, dumb, uninspired baseball. Inconsistency was the name of the game. The words “fundamental” and “baseball” were banned from unifying in the Mets clubhouse or dugout.

Other telltale signs of the Mets? An old, punchless bench that couldn’t look more clueless at the plate. A bullpen that was the antithesis of clutch. Carlos Delgado, by our own admission, dead. Runners is scoring position? Likely to stay there. Small ball? Moving runners over? Please, we couldn’t bunt a man into scoring position or drive in a runner from third with a sac fly if the pennant depended on it.

That was a month or so ago. Call it Manuel. Attribute it to whatever you want. Alls I know is that someone…something…some inexplicable force…has possessed this team. They are simply not themselves. The uniforms are the same. Most of the players. The television says it is the Mets. My eyes say it is so. But this not the team I have known, and there’s nothing logical to explain it.

The New York Mets have now won 10 straight games. They are tied for first in NL East. The only thing consistent with this team of late is that everything seems to be going their way. Clutch hitting. Stellar performances from the bench. Fernando Tatis??!! Bunts, sac flys, hit-and-runs working to perfection. The chalkboard is translating to the actions on the field — to a “t.” Game-tying two-run homer in the ninth? Multiple comebacks after Santana gets touched up? Wagner 1-2-3 in the bottom?

Honestly, it’s all just too much for this fan to handle. I simply can’t get my head around it. Perhaps, later…my apologies. The Mets are eight over and tied for first place. The Mets have won 10 straight…

/mumbling to myself, shaking head continuously in disbelief and utter bafflement

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About the Author: Cecilio's Scribe is the founder of The Legend of Cecilio Guante and a generally pessimistic fan of the Mets, Jets, Knicks and Rangers. A fine NYC-based gentlemen who hones his marketing skills as his primary trade by day. Husband, chef, father of a newborn and after-hours blogger by night. Proud alum of the mighty Big Red of Cornell. University. Hot sauce devotee. Staunch protester of the continued wussifcation of American sports. Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick.

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  1. Erie's Scribe says:

    Where can I get my hands on some of this “Alternate Universe” for the Tribe fan experience?

  2. andyl says:

    that game was amazing. I just didn’t know what to say or do afterwards. that win, i don’t even know where it came from

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