Mets Commit Cardinal Sin***
Firing up the enormous system of tubes that is the wide world of webs is particularly difficult this morning, 'cause I know what's out there waiting for me. Angst and coffee don't go together. I guess I could make some eggs.
Our old scrappy, steroid enhanced, soul-patch enemies came into a lifeless Shea and quietly took care of business. And you thought the Cards were cursed? The St. Louis Phooies also delivered a message to the 2007 Mets: You are not the 2006 Cardinals. The Mets overcame a more or less solid pitching performance by apparently not even trying to score at all, to claim their loss. Note in your diaries, loss method #465.
I've spent September racing through all the well-known coping stages:
Vague sense of doom.
Over indulgence in sweets.
Jokey, confident rationalization.
Blind sputtering rage.
Deaf staggering rage.
Smug, finger pointing self pity.
Mysterious bed wetting.
Muttering omnidirected hostility.
Pet abusing disgruntlement.*
Public tin-foil hat wearing.
Debilitating serial weeping.
Why is this all happening to me? Because I'm a human being, dammit.
There is only one thing left to do: live through it. This must be something like when your child paints a swastika on the school nurse. You are horrified, humiliated, and disbelieving, but it's still your kid and well, your kid is a good kid, even though its hard to see now or explain to human services. But what the f$!#@ is going on?
It was Nietzsche who first penned the now-cliche phrase "whatever doesn't kill me makes me stronger." For our Mets, it looks like whatever is killing them is getting stronger and just killing them. Incidentally, Nietzsche himself died, syphilitic and insane, before his work was fully appreciated by the public.
Please baseball gods, please.
*No animals were harmed in making this joke. I do not condone pet abuse, particularly by star quarterbacks. I do, however, sometimes miss the good old days when you could smoke at a cockfight.**
**joke stolen from very funny comedian.
***Cver i forgot the title you came up with. Forgive me.