I may be projecting my feelings, but I expect one of the major bloggers (and a guy I consider a friend) will write today that he doesn’t care what they wear and that this is all distracting. I get it. That’s him and he’s always been about the baseball. Nothing wrong with it, and probably wiser than my dumb approach.
Me, I’m in for the soap opera. I don’t mean drama from drama’s sake – but what is Mets baseball on most nights? It’s a TV series!
Women like General Hospital or something, I like this.
Mets Baseball has characters we follow. We get invested in them and their storyline.
Sometimes they get written out and go star on Red Machine. I don’t like those episodes. (see upcoming “Reyes” season cliffhanger.)
The show-writer Greg Prince once gave us an unbelievable penultimate episode in 1986 ( that episode was still too unrealistic to me, that would never happen in real life).
Heartbreaking losses.
A charismatic guy from Nashville.
There gave been good guys and bad guys. Sometimes guys like Lenny who can be both. Recurring characters like Chipper who we love to hate.
It’s all fun to watch.
Now we have cap-gate, and the writers have cast Joe Torre as the bad guy! saint Joe! Wonderful television!
This is what my friends and I talk about. You guys can focus on a 3-2 loss to the Nationals. Not me.
I’m focused on Star Wars night!
What a great show this Mets Baseball is. It’s always entertaining.
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Oh, and about the caps. Wearing them was the right thing to do. That’s why I care.
Torre should throw himself on his sword today and say the Mets should have worn them and that he overreacted or miscommunicated or whatever.