By Mike Steffanos
I started reading some of the local and national takes on last night's game this morning, but had my fill of it really quickly. Other than a well spent half hour checking out some of my fellow Mets bloggers, that's it for my reading for the day. I get the fact that Oliver Perez isn't the comfortable choice for a game 7 starter, and don't need to read the same thing 100 times. I don't need Ken Rosenthal telling me yet again that Omar Minaya could have had Barry Zito for Lastings Milledge, a bag of balls and some old back issues of Playboy. I only hope that some team hires Ken soon, since he so obviously has a better grasp on the game than the man who built this Mets team. Finally, I don't need to be told any more how ugly this series has looked to those pundits whose opinions matter so little to me now. If the Mets pull this thing out tonight, this NLCS will look like a Victoria's Secret model to me. In the long run, the only thing that really gets remembered is who won, and that's as it should be. Let those with no rooting interest in tonight's game concern themselves with aesthetics.
I've written previously about the exhausting marathon that baseball seasons are, especially when they include a post-season run of any consequence. Yet when we're sitting there in seasons such as 2003 and 2004, wondering why we have done this to ourselves again, the answer is simple. This is why. This is why we care -- just a chance to take part in a game where everything is at stake, in the hopes of living what will become a cherished sports memory with gems of post-seasons gone by. What makes it more poignant is the very real chance that it could end badly. Don't allow yourself to dwell in that fear, but rather find the pleasure in taking part in something that really matters. It may only be a game, but for those of us who invest a part of ourselves in the outcome of something we really have no control over, games like this one are rare and special.
Enough of talking and trying to read those elusive tea leaves. Just believe. Let's Go Mets.