By Mike Steffanos
Game 156: Cubs 9 - Mets 5
I debated long and hard whether I would even post today. I have no desire to beat the same old tired talking points to death. I did very little of my usual reading today because I'm tired of reading all of the same things.
I started rooting for the Mets on a black and white tv set when Richard Nixon was president. That was a long time ago. I've lived through more lean years than I care to think about in that time.
The Mets didn't get into sniffing distance of the playoffs very often, but when they did they usually acquitted themselves well, even the times they fell short. Nothing ever left a taste quite like last year, but this team is pretty darned close.
I can't say I'm any less dispirited than some of you, but I'm clinging to whatever optimism I could still produce. I don't waste the effort of getting mad at baseball players much anymore.
If it goes well, there will be October. If not, I think in some respects it will be easier to turn the page this year than last. For a while, this club had some heart, but now seem to be losing that. If they can't get it back, I won't be sorry to see them go.