LETS GO METS!!!!!!

Let's Go Mets! Lets go Mets! Oh how I have longed to shout those words with such glee and jubilation! Yes, lifelong fans of the New York Metropolitans like myself have had to put up with the jabs and taunts of Yankee fans for years. Well now its our turn! Lets Go Mets! My god I can't get enough of it.

I can remember as a young boy the heartbreak and misery these lowly band of misfits would bring me year after year. I hid under my bed for two days when I learned that they had traded Nolan Ryan for Jim Fregosi and I cried until I could cry no more when I saw that the franchise, Tom “Terrific” Seaver had been traded away for Pat Zachry, Doug Flynn, Steve Henderson and Dan Norman. But those historic mistakes did not sway my allegiance to the almighty blue and orange.

We stood proud when Pete Rose throttled Bud Harrelson in the 1973 National League Championship Series but mourned our loss in the World Series to Charlie Finley's upstart Oakland Athletics. How many of us remember standing and cheering for Oakland's second baseman Mike Andrews after Charley Finley tried to fire him during the series for making two errors in one inning.

Then there was 1987 when we Met fans bellowed aloud as we watched footage of our young franchise savior walk sullenly into the Smithers Rehabilitation Center. It mattered not, the Mets were my team and there was no getting away from it. The memories of sitting around the lunch table at school and talking about the great players they had brought to the team warm my heart everyday. Don Hahn, George the Stork Theodore, Bob Aspormonte, Tim Foli and, well I could just go on forever.

Lean years followed through the 80's and 90's never ever seeming to be able to catch those darn Atlanta Braves. Year after year we would watch as they would win the division and move on to October baseball as we scoured the L.L. Bean catalog looking for what we would be wearing that winter, but then came a magical year. The year we were to meet our cross town arch rival in the Subway Series. Yes, we were in for the fight of our lives against those stinking Yankees, well as much of a fight as you could put up in 5 games.

We suffered through the indignity of that hopped up, roid ragged Roger Clemmens as he hurled a broken bat at our sainted Mike Piazza, who coincidentally ended that World Series run with a fly ball to center while facing Mariano Rivera.

Our sadness continued through 2007 when with a seven game lead on September 12^th we lost 12 of the next 17 games in one of the worst collapses in baseball history. But we prevailed and in 2008, well, we failed again missing the playoffs and being eliminated on the last game of the season for the second consecutive season.

But now, here are  in 2015 and we are one win away from going back to the Series. Met fans like myself are reveling in seeing this scrappy bunch of scamps playing their hearts out this year. Daniel Murphy has become a giant among mortal men. Home run after home run fly from his bat and yet he is disrespected by the voice of the Mets who noted that “I have no interest in bringing back Daniel Murphy”.

Met fans like myself were horrified to hear such mutterings. We are on a roll, we finished first in a division where only one other team had more wins than losses. We beat the hated Los Angeles Dodgers and are on the verge of eliminating the hapless Chicago Cubs. We can do this, I know we can, I know we can.

So tonight as we sit watching our Blue and Orange wave crash into the Chicago Cubs and march our way to our first World Series appearance in 25 years we will unite as one, rise to our feet and shout..................

Editors note: Hours after posting this piece Michael Grattini was found wandering the streets of Pleasant Valley mumbling Fonzie....Agbyani....Fonzie......Agbyani. Friends and family may visit the 6^th floor psychiatric ward at Mid Hudson Medical between the hours of 4 pm and 6 pm. Please leave all sharp objects at the door.