I have unusually low expectations for the Mets in 2012.
Usually, I look forward to Opening Day with such giddy anticipation as a child would look forward to waking up on Christmas morning, going out of their bedroom and seeing their prized bicycle under a tree.
This year it’s weird. There are things I am looking forward to, such as seeing the friends I haven’t seen since the last game of 2011, seeing friends I see all year round, eating lots of bad food (not “bad” food, but “bad-for-you” food), and drinking alcohol. It’s mostly the camaraderie I am looking forward to. The blogger summit on Shea Bridge that we’ve taken to most games.
And yes, to an extent I am looking forward to seeing baseball played again.
Yet, I don’t want to sound pessimistic. I think Mets fans have been put through the wringer with this team in the past few years. Okay, maybe me. I’ll never stop loving them, but DAMN BABY! Make it stop!
I’m not pessimistic. I have optimism for certain parts of the team. Like Ike Davis, Lucas Duda, seeing Daniel Murphy play a full season (or at least attempt to), see how Jason Bay reacts to the new walls, see Johan Santana return, and see our young stars develop. Whether I think that will be moxie enough to keep me interested all season remains to be seen.
I can be excited and love the team and love baseball games, but until they start showing me some changes, I’m not expecting much. And I guess that’s a good thing because it seems like each year when we have high expectations they just temper them to the extent that we just get angry.
I guess what I’m trying to say is…it can only get better from here.