By Joyce Mandelkern
I would like to come in off the ledge. I don't like heights and it is getting crowded up here. I have decided to be rational and logical, as opposed to emotional, or as I prefer to call it, passionate.
Prior to Friday night's game, I said that the Mets were not going to win another game this season. Thank goodness I was wrong and perhaps that was a bit emotional as opposed to rational. Even when I said it I didn't believe it, because I am an intelligent person and I know losing streaks happen, but this one just feels so bad. We have such great expectations this season. Sometimes when you have great expectations, it can lead to great disappointments. I have been a Met fan for so long, I should be used to this feeling, but I am not. Now I am spoiled and I expect to win almost every game and certainly every series for the most part. I also expect that if they fall behind they can and will come from behind and win. I no longer have that feeling. And I suspect that neither do they at this point in time, and that is the problem. It seems my Mets from back in the day have returned and that is what is bothering me.
I didn't especially care that it was the Subway Series, which I hate to begin with. We just needed to win a series. I am thrilled to have beaten Clemens whom I detest. I found it laughable that all the Yankee fans were happy with his $4 million dollar loss (start) Friday night. Personally, I'm not happy with any loss by a Met starting pitcher, nor do I believe in moral victories, but hey, that's me. And that brings me to Saturday's game.
I know most of you are a lot more patient with Tom Glavine than I am. And that probably goes back to my irrational side. I'm fiercely loyal by nature. I have never quite shaken the feeling that Glavine is a Brave in his heart and only a Met because we wanted/needed him and they didn't/couldn't. I didn't like how he handled the off-season. I find him whiny on top of that and this goes back to when he first came to our club and he was awful and so was the whole team. His 300 game win milestone means nothing to me other than that he would actually win some Met starts to get there. Obviously, he won them as a Brave, some as a Met and that's that. We are just a vehicle to get him there. Sometimes I feel that quest for 300 means more to him than the overall season the Mets have. I hope I'm wrong. All I know, is that we gave him 3 leads on Saturday and he couldn't hold any of them. We gave him run support and it didn't matter. Watching him on Saturday was torture for me and I was screaming at the television. Yes, he is a hall-of-famer, yes we need him in the starting rotation, and yes, he will "right" himself, but he will never be a Met to me.
There is nothing to be said about Sunday night's game. We didn't pitch, we didn't hit. The Yankees did both. The only consolation I took was that I knew going in that we were playing with house money. Once I knew that both the Braves and Phillies had lost, I relaxed. How sad is that?
I find the most amazing thing of all to be that we are still in first place. And I am trying not to lose sight of that fact. With all of the injuries and all of the losses, we are still in first place. And that is what I said to all of the Yankee people when they came after me today. "We are in first place, and you're not." OK, so I sound like a 5 year old. I also pointed out to them that even with their win streak they lost a game in their division. Like I said, I am fiercely loyal.
Pete and I are heading out to Shea tonight. I am curious to see what kind of reception the crowd gives the boys. I will stand and applaud as I always do and then I will start to negotiate with the baseball gods in hopes of getting the worm to turn.