OR: How I’ve gotten through the last few months for the last few years.
The Mets aren’t dead yet. But they’re far from being alive.
They’re more of a deer who was just hit my a Mack truck. It’s alive, stumbling about, but you just know it’s not going to make it.
So, I present to you, how I’ve lived with the last few months of the last few years: Make every game a season.
Yeah, you heard me. Each game stands on its own. It’s all that there is. The performance of the players should still be judged in terms of the season (looking at you, Jeff Francoeur), but each game should exist as a live-or-die type of event.
It makes things a tiny bit more interesting.
“Hooray, Mets beat the Nationals. Ha! Suck it, Strasburg!” Too soon?
It adds a little spice to something that will otherwise be mundane and boring. Because you know this team won’t be playing spoilers.
Do you have a way to make the last few weeks interesting? Share it in the comments!