You would think last season would have taught me not to get too high or too low with my emotions, as the wild cards have made the regular season a little more of a marathon and a little less of a sprint. But I’ve gone right back to going back and forth between thinking that we’re an aging under .500 team after losses, and the presumptive candidate for the National League nomination for the World Series championship after wins.<\/p>\n
I mean yeah, by the time I’m typing here, I type somewhat clearly, moderately, and rationally. I like to take deep breaths and enjoy life before I say anything dumb (and anything I say is a lot of dumb anyway.) But in my head, make no mistake about it, I’m a wreck. I want to go to the World Series at Citi Field this season. Anything that jeopardizes that causes me to scream (in my head, and out loud.) Meanwhile, anything good that happens has me looking at flight times to American League cities.<\/p>\n
Let me illustrate thsi for you: Dominic Leone pitched the 6th inning with the Mets down 5-2 after Cookie Carrasco struggled in his first game back from his bone spur irritation. When Brett Baty’s oppo taco cut the Guardians’ lead to 5-3 heading into the 7th, I was suprised to see Leone come back out for a second inning. Before you knew it, he loaded the bases with nobody out, and then Buck Showalter replaced him with Stephen Nogosek, who probably should have started the inning anyway. At that point, 12-year-old me is crying because now there’s no way I’m going to the World Series … again.<\/p>\n
But then, Nogosek faced Amed Rosario, who hit into an 8-2-5 double play<\/a>, helped out by Will Brennan at third who turned the sac fly attempt into Yakety Sax<\/a>. So I go from being depressed about having to watch other teams in October to posting this on Twitter:<\/p>\n We're winning this game.<\/p>\n — Metstradamus (@Metstradamus) May 20, 2023<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n