By Mike Steffanos
I have a friend of a sort you might find familiar. He's got brains and some talent, but he never quite seems to put it all together. Things will be going fine for a while, but then he runs into some "bad luck" and his life becomes a mess again. The funny thing is that he seems to endure more than his share of bad luck -- so much so that I finally realized that there was more than luck operating in his life.
My 2007 New York Mets remind me a lot of my friend. While it's fair to say they've been quite unlucky at times, and have managed to look quite good for short stretches, they are starting to take on that ne'er-do-well personality. I've been alternately teased and frustrated. Frankly, there is a part of me that's just plain worn out by their antics.
I've been under the gun this week with a really huge project for the paying job, to the point where I've had to neglect this blog. For an obsessive-compulsive type like me, that takes a lot. In a way, though, the timing couldn't be better. I haven't had the time to obsess over my stumbling baseball team, and instead have had to settle for allowing my feelings to percolate in the back of my mind.
What I've come to realize is that I'm just plain done with being frustrated and disappointed with them. I mentioned a while back that I've come to the realization that they are what they are. I take a break from my work every night to turn the game on and watch. I root hard for them to win, but when they lose I get back to my own business. It makes it all a little easier to take.
They will go through the rest of this season with the bullpen they have. No one will be riding into town on a white horse to save them. As up and down as they've been, they're capable of getting the job done -- particularly if the Mets could actually wake up on offense and earn an occasional easy win.
As a Mets fan, every year is a new story. To at least some extent, this year's story is a disappointment. What I loved most about last year's club isn't completely non-existent, but rather somewhat diluted -- kind of like a drink with ice in it that has been set down too long. I can't worry about that, they're still the Mets and I am a Mets fan. Tonight I'll root for this watered-down bunch again. I just won't let them make me crazy.