By Joyce Mandelkern
I am going to make this simple. For the next three days I am a huge Braves fan. As much as it disgusts me to even think or utter these words, its the truth. I, Joyce Mandelkern, diehard Mets fan, who bleeds orange and blue, has to root hard for Larry and Andruw, Huddy and Smoltzie, Frenchy, and dare I say it, Bobby Cox. I feel ill. Desperate times call for desperate measures and there are things you do for those you love and you don't think twice about it.
My Mets are running on fumes. They are exhausted physically and emotionally. There is absolutely no point in dissecting each and every game at this point. We all know what we are watching - the who, the what and the why of the situation. It is what it is. There is no longer a need to assign blame. They just have to keep working and hope for the best and certainly some help from outside parties wouldn't hurt. I wouldn't mind some luck being thrown our way either. Prayers too are welcome.
What needs to stop is the booing. I have said this over and over again this year. Yes, I know it is your right to boo. I don't debate that for one moment. All I am asking, is that at this crucial time in the season, be supportive. If you don't or can't be supportive, perhaps silence would be a better alternative to booing. I do honestly believe that every single one of those players is doing the best he can to get us to the postseason. Can't the Shea faithful be just that? For at least the rest of the week? I see what you guys see and I am as frustrated as you guys are. But booing these guys at this point just isn't right nor will it help. They are hurt, they are tired, they are overused, and they are fighting for their playoff lives.
I have not been sleeping. I imagine that the Mets are not sleeping well either. I keep seeing the video of the Phillies rejoicing in the locker room after our loss in my head and it makes my blood boil. I feel partially responsible for this mess, because at one point this season I said to Pete and the boys that if the Mets didn't win the division I least hoped it would be the Phillies because I hated the Braves so much. Be careful what you wish for. So as fate would have it, I will be sitting at Shea tonight, silently chopping away in hopes that the hated Braves will finish off the hated Phillies, so that my beloved Mets can back into the playoffs. What has this world come to? Sadly, it has come to this.