A family that watches the Mets together, stresses together.
As I write this post, I sit in an apartment in Las Vegas
(yeah, I know, who has time to write while in VEGAS).
I am thankful, excited, and downright giddy about the
opportunity to write about my beloved Mets on Mack’s Mets. So, here I go. First, a little about me.
I was born in Staten Island, New York, and later moved with
my family to the state of Florida. I pursued a career in law enforcement. I
later moved on to working in the field of social services, mostly working with
severely emotionally disturbed children. After seeking a change in my life, I
packed my bags, and booked a one-way flight out west to Los Angeles, California.
To this day I continue to work with children and families and have since used
my decade of experience in the field of social services to publish my first
book, "From
Correctional Officer To Youth Counselor. My struggle to help others, and
myself".
I was recently back in South Florida spending time with family,
and watching our beloved Mets. I even went to Marlins Stadium to see our future
super hero pitcher Matt Harvey. It
seemed like a great idea.
As long time Mets fans, my friend Scot, sister, brother-law
and I knew how to judge the game…….with stressful worry. Pitch after pitch, we
stared at the scoreboard. Not at balls and strikes, but to look at the pitch
count. As true Mets fans, we could sense
what was going on. We worried about everything. We were overjoyed when Buck
smashed another homer to give us the lead. We then worried, pitch after pitch,
as Harvey looked more and more like a hero who would only give us 5 innings.
I, of course, had a flight to catch at 7am the next morning
to Vegas. But no worries, right? Harvey + Marlins = W. At long last, the Mets
of course were winning in the 9th. And, of course, thanks to a misplay
by a guy (a ‘defensive replacement’ of course) who doesn’t even play for the team
anymore. And then comes the ongoing
stress and frustration that only a true Mets fan can feel.
Inning after inning, we seemed to contemplate life. Will the
Mets ever score again? How long before the bullpen blows it? Will this game
ever end? Will I be going straight from
the game to the airport? After the pressure of being a Mets fan finally got
to us (along with sleepiness and my flight), we left in the 12th
inning. Only to race home just in time to watch the Mets blow it in the 15th.
The life of a Mets fan. Alone, I can scream in peace. As a family, we fuel each
other’s frustration. He hate everything, and everyone, on the Mets. And yet, a
day later, we root for our team…..And now, as of today, I officially start
writing about them……………..Go METS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2 comments:
Welcome to Mack's Mets (though I did think you were older...)
Being a Mets fan ages you....Thanks for having me
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