I've lived long enough to see the Mets
move to their new ballpark. As I get excited to head out to Citi
Field (the brain almost typed “Shea” for not the first and last
time) on Friday night, the word that keeps popping into my head is
“karma.”
Here's to hoping the new building
brings a new start for this franchise.
We're all Mets fans, we all bleed
orange and blue (and some of us unfortunately, black.) We love the
Mets, but if we're being honest about our beloved Metsies, this
franchise has boiled down to two types of teams:
Last place and
second place.
Yes there have been 4 trips to the
World Series, if you've read this far you don't need me to
recap....but for the most part, what is Mets history?
It starts with the worst, and then some
of the worst teams of all-time. If you think finishing fifth stinks,
try finishing twelfth.
Then Seaver shows up and works some
magic for five years.
Next, the franchise sells The Franchise
and everyone else, and Shea was miserable. Back to last place (or
second last depending on how horrible the Cubs were).
Some young pitching showed up and we
thought we had a dynasty on our hands. Some bad luck, some drugs,
some injuries, some bad karma
and Davey's boys spent more time in second place than they did in
tickertape parades. Does 1988 mean anything to you now? To me,
it's another underperforming team.
The
1990's made me miss the 1970's. I'd rather lose 100 with Lee
Mazzilli than Bobby Bonilla.
Then
Bobby Valentine showed up. Bobby has some mystique over Metsdom.
His teams were always under-prepared, got off to horrible starts, and
finished second. Fortunately for Bobby (not so much for Davey) Selig
changed the rules so the Mets could pretend they were winners. They
really weren't.
Then
some more losing, and now this horrible new culture of choking.
(2006 has also become meaningless thanks to 2007 and 2008).
That's
the franchise in a nutshell – glimmers of hope surrounded by
dreadfulness.
I'm
hoping this new building changes things. I'd like to see a manager
stay ten years. I'd like to see Wright, Reyes and maybe even Dan
Murphy all play 10+ years together. Wouldn't it be nice if someone
good actually played their entire career in Flushing? We have yet to
have one of those. Our one Hall of Famer left us, the other's an
Expo, and the future one is really a Dodger.
I'd like to see “the Mets” mean
something. Unfortunately the building already has Dodger blood in
it and a tarnished name, original sin that a few championships can
hide. Championships, not wild cards, not second place, not division
titles, not losing in Game 5 at home to the Yankees. Championships.
Here's to a new beginning. I wish
them well. See ya in the Promenade (that sounds weird) Friday night.
(Originally published yesterday as my weekly column for
Flushing University )
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