I’ve been a Mets fan since I was seven. I’ve seen a lot in my not-so-short yet not-quite-as-long as others. I’ve seen the Mets win a World Series in front of my own eyes, but I also saw Mike Scioscia sucked the life out of a team and a fanbase on a cold October night in 1988. I’ve seen two celebrations for an NL East at home, but I also saw Carlos Beltran take strike three. I was at “Closing Day” at Shea Stadium, but I’ve been to many many games at CitiField, where we’ve yet to create our fond memories.
I was in diapers when Tom Seaver was traded, but rumor has it I was snoozing in my crib while my dad cried watching the evening news that night. I was in first grade when the Mets were on WOR and some guy named Keith was playing for them, and my dad had baseball on more often than he had before.
I saw Dwight Gooden fall to his demons many many times. I saw Lenny Dykstra and Roger McDowell traded for Juan Samuel. Darryl Strawberry, nicknamed the “Black Ted Williams” when he was being scouted, walked away from the Mets to go home to L.A. Generation K never lived up to our expectations, and Bobby Jones started out as overrated but became underrated as he left the team. The great dream of Scott Kazmir was dashed away when the Mets decided to become a “win-now” team with missing puzzle piece Victor Zambrano.
So is life, as Harry Belafonte once sang on The Muppet Show, for a Mets fan.
In the offseason leading to the 2008 season, I wrote a piece at my inaugural Mets blog My Summer Family when Johan Santana was traded to the Mets. Its Always Darkest Before Dawn, I called it, because it was right after 2007 and the collapse and everything sucked. And I just remembered that it’s never easy being a Mets fan. And look…Johan Santana hasn’t quite lived up to our expectations either. Then again, we should not be surprised.
The sun will come out tomorrow. Little Orphan Annie sang this about better days to come. I think we can gain a lot from this message for a lot of aspects of life. If you’re still breathing, you have a bad day, you get dumped, whatever, chances are the days will go on and you’ll overcome it.
And we’ll overcome our loss of Jose Reyes. It won’t be easy, and it won’t be fun, but it will happen because…it will happen. It just has to. When Beltran’s caught looking ended an improbable run in 2006, and then started a chain of events for failure with the team, we’re still here. We’re still breathing. We’re still rooting and believing just like we normally do.
Is it horrible to lose Reyes? I won’t lie to you: it is. But not for the reasons you think. To be blunt, this is a business. Free agents come and go and Reyes was no exception. It happens. We root for the laundry and not the player (just the players who wear the laundry). Sadly, this team was not winning with Reyes…they can keep not winning without him.
That can be simplistic I know. Especially for a man who was the Mets’ first batting champion and is beloved by fans all over. At the end of the day, Jose Reyes will be a Miami Marlin…and we’ll have to get over it.
The sun came out this morning, and will continue to rise in the east and set in the west every day after. So fare thee well, Jose. We’ll miss you, it will be hard to get over you, but we’ll do it eventually.