Monday, September 29, 2008

R.I.P. New York Baseball



The perfect summary of the 2008 baseball season here in the tri-state area:

"Fumbling his confidence
And wondering why the world has passed him by
Hoping that he's bid for more than arguments
And failed attempts to fly, fly

We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside

Dreaming about providence
And whether mice or men have second tries
Maybe we've been livin with our eyes half open
Maybe we're bent and broken, broken

We were meant to live for so much more . . ."

It's time for us all to come together again. It's time for the healing to begin.

Odd thing about baseball in this part of the country. We have two teams meant to contend for the World Series every year. A combined fanbase of tens of millions that engulf the better part of 3-4 states. Yet...other than about 2 weeks a year during inter-league play, Yankees and Mets fans generally don't give a shit about one another. The range of emotion for the other team usually goes from "eh, whatever" to "eh, whatever...at least their local.".

Not so this year. As both squads went from "crap" to "f***ing pathetic" this season (with only the Mets having any hope in September . . .but they play in the useless friggin' National League, so shove your Johan Santana right up your asses . . .ahem . . .sorry), fans lashed out . . .at eachother. Yanks and Mets fans collectively destroyed all historic levels of schadenfreude with each loss, because we were all miserable.

Now that we know for certain that both of our teams are complete and utter shit...I think it's time to give peace a chance. Toast marshmallows with your friend sobbing into his David Wright jersey. See that guy setting his "Farewell, Yankee Stadium" merchandise on fire in a dumpster? Give him a hug. We were meant to live for so much more . . .but we lost ourselves.

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