Yesterday’s win was heartening, but we’ve still got trouble. Bullpen. Health. Focus. Whatever it is the Mets have been lacking (all of the above?), I’ve been frustrated about it too.
But a recent outing with Coop to watch the game at the Blind Pig reminded me of something. Coop and I were watching the Mets game, obviously, but the Yankees game was on the big screen. An obnoxious Yankees fan (who later would try to flirt with us by offering to buy us drinks) pointed to the big screen and told us, "The game is over there."
I made a face and nodded toward our flat screen TV. "A game is over there. The game is over here."
He guffawed. "You mean that Triple A team?"
Coop yelled something lewd at him (I don’t remember exactly what), and I looked him straight in the eye. "Yankees fans are fair-weather. Mets fans stick through it."
He nodded. "You got me there."
It’s been a tough month, folks, no doubt about that. Sometimes harder than tough. But instead of insisting that you are so right that it’s all Willie’s fault. Or that the bull pen couldn’t pitch its way out of a paper bag. Whatever beef you’ve got with the team…just remember. You can’t claim to be a Mets fan unless you stick around during the stormy times.
You can’t bleed blue and orange unless you bleed.
Let’s continue to support this team. To defend them when prompted to. To keep the dream alive. It may not be easy, but it’s not supposed to be.
Only then will we know what we’re made of.