Confession time: I haven't watched a Mets game the entire month of September.
It's not that they're boring, they're just not overly interesting. There's no young player(s) to track as he gets his first reps at the major league level - mostly because he's been getting reps all year with the team. There's obviously no playoff race, and barely a hint of playing spoiler. It's just, well, uneventful.
So now, as the season draws to a close, I - and every other baseball fan not waiting to watch their team play in October - look forward to March (or even February, for that matter). The time when hope springs eternal, the team assembles, hopefully with a few new faces, and they play meaningless - but more interesting - games again.
This offseason will likely be a long, long one. With one name thrown around more than any other: Jose Reyes. We will hear that he's staying, that he's going, that he hates the Mets, that he loves the Mets, that he wants to play here, that he wants to play there. We'll hear it all from the media, but for the sake and sanity of every fan, I hope this journey ends soon. If he stays, I'll be a happy man. If he leaves, I'll be devastated. So, stay Jose. But please, don't drag it out.
And now it's time for the offseason. Sandy & Co.'s first full time off together, to tweak, to adjust, to sign and to deal. To do what they need to do to make the team win. It will be fun to watch them work, watch them get critiqued and watch how they respond.
Let's look forward to March. Let's look forward to baseball. Let's look forward to hope, for a season that might not be lost - at least not yet.