I’m sure many of you find it hard to believe that in my household — in which resides two Mets bloggers and fans — there is a lot of baseball talk. Not just Mets talk, but all of baseball. From the Hall of Fame Snubs of 2013 to Breaking the Color Barrier to Babe Ruth, baseball talk around here is like, “So what would you like for dinner?” It’s just natural.
But all baseball talk makes Coop and Ed a very dull girl and boy. So we spice it up a bit.
Like each year since 2011, Ed has done a weekly post on a theme that brings us from the dawn of the New Year to Opening Day (which is like the New Year for baseball fans…the only date on the calendar that signifies the beginning of “something”). I tried my hand at doing a column on how I was Married to the Mets last year. That was fun, but I like to write about stuff that makes people laugh or smile. Because if we know anything as Mets fans, if an event is painful, we sometimes just have to laugh it off.
If you follow me on Twitter, or anywhere else really, you’ll know that I have a catch phrase called “Post-Traumatic Mets Disorder.” This is just as it sounds. Many Mets fans have great memories, but then there are the memories that have a lot of heartache attached to it. We can only but laugh at them.
But it’s not necessarily attached to the Mets nor a player. It can be an outside force. It can even be a player we LIKED or loved. There’s typically a circumstance around why we suffer post-traumatic Mets disorder, but one thing is for sure: it has to do with an event or tied somehow into Mets history.
Starting this Friday, I’m going to go over some of the names or moments that make Mets fans cringe, cry, barf or smack their heads — sometimes, all four. Maybe more emotions if I can think about it.
The point is, I’ll be writing about some of my most famous interactions with post-traumatic Mets disorder, or PTMD, and the inspirations behind it. And hopefully we can cringe, cry, barf and smack our heads collectively at the memories.