Hi.
I’m a Mets fan. You can’t hurt me.
Make fun of my crappy team. Tell me blue doesn’t go with orange. Show me your 27 rings.
I can go a quarter century between championships, can you? I can probably go 50, and there are plenty of days like today where I feel like I might.
I know the big free agent acquisition will be a bust. Always is. I know nothing ever works out.
I’ve lived through June 15, 1977 and I’ll live through July 31, 2011.
Mets fans…the real Mets fans…we’re a tribe. The little brothers. The basement Berthas.
We’re fans of a soap opera. We’ll let a newspaper guy run The Franchise out of town, we’ll watch the Second Coming do drugs in the projects, and now we’ll watch some of our family go have great careers elsewhere.
Hang in there. Learn from Tug. Believe. We’re going to get Banner Day back and we’re gonna ditch the black. It’s just going to take a while.
Eventually they’ll win, and you and me will be joined by two million frontrunners.
The Mets don’t belong to Fred, they belong to us. Don’t ever forget that.
See you at the park.