By Mike Steffanos
This roller coaster ride of a season could have virtually ended for Mets fans yesterday. Going into the game, I didn't have any great feelings of optimism. Then again, I didn't have any real forebodings of gloom, either. These last couple of weeks have left me feeling like an old heavyweight fighter who's continued to climb into the ring long after it was time to hang them up -- you take so many hits, after a while you don't feel them as much.
There's no sugarcoating the bare fact that the Mets had done a horrible job leading into yesterday afternoon's game. One shining afternoon can't erase the horrid memories of the past two weeks. Having said that, I was grateful to see some signs of life and fight from this team and, at the end of the afternoon, I felt better than I did going into it. That may not sound like much, but after this killer of a week, that meant a lot to me.
Baseball is a funny game. No matter how long I follow the game, it never quite loses the capacity to throw me a curveball when I'm sitting dead red. I certainly feel better than I did yesterday, but I still have no expectations heading into this afternoon's game. I just appreciate that it still matters.