I’m Out. No Mets ‘Til July. I’m Checking Myself Into Rehab.
By Cecilio's Scribe on Jun 12, 2009 with Comments 4
Yes. Yes, I Will…Just Say No
Slowly but surely those in the throes of an addiction see the pendulum inevitably swing almost completely towards pain. The deeper one slides the less the individual can even remember the high, as it’s eclipsed by the omnipresent low. This is the point where addicts lucky enough to realize they’ve reached the bottom decide enough is enough. Well, I’m now there.
You see, for decades I’ve been addicted to the New York Mets. To be honest, I don’t even really remember how it all started. Probably from watching my parents. Sure, my peers probably also pushed me toward using. Yet, I point the finger at no one except myself. Despite all the letdowns, the unfulfilled promises, the deception, the pain, I always came back. Tonight, however, was my breaking point.
The process will likely be difficult. I will no doubt battle some pangs of withdrawal, but, regardless, I know the time is right. I can’t go on like this night in and night out anymore. I’m feeling and watching the interior lining of my stomach and the better part of my sanity evaporate before my eyes. So my beloved readers, I am officially checking myself into Mets rehab as of today June 12, 2009.
Against my wife’s wishes, who has herself slowly and unspeakably succumbed to dabbling with this dangerous drug, I am leaving the Mets for two weeks. I will target my return on Monday, June 29th when they play the Brewers, although July 1 is probably more realistic. Depending on what the docs say, I may just dry out until post All-Star Break.
For now, those who often whine about the frequency of Mets-oriented chatter on this blog will be treated to an extended period of Metslessness. Consider it a deserved vacation for all parties.
This fan is heading into detox. Go ahead and critique if you like. To be frank, I considered much more drastic measures that I care not to talk about. Ultimately, I arrived structured and discpiplined rehabilitation as the logical and levelheaded choice. Wish me luck. See you in a few weeks.
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My name is Sooze and I too, am an addict. Welcome to reovery.
I cant take it anymore.
Which addiction is more painful?
You have the Mets, who for the sake of your analogy, are perhaps similar to Coke — expensive /well-to-do/high expectations for "the high"…..
I have the Padres…..similar to a cheap vile found on a crack whore sleeping in a dumpster…
I suppose in the end we're both disappointed but the difference is that I don't see a recovery in my future—you might get it with the Mets.
I'm not buying the two week break. You will be back by Wednesday. This drug is too powerful