They’ve Got to Be Somebody’s ’80 « Faith and Fear in Flushing

Another day, another long excerpt from Greg Prince at Faith & Fear.

Greg is such a good writer, and so perfectly captures the things in my brain that I can’t put to words.  I find I can’t do anything but link at length.

As always, Greg has written a masterpiece and this is just a small excerpt in which he brings together “you kids today” (my term) and us old guys from the red seats.

They fell apart in August 1980 just as they’ve fallen apart in August 2011. It was very unpretty then as it is ugly now. But I was 17 then and considered myself so blessed to have been graced by 47-39 that I didn’t let 11-38 get me down completely. Oh, I knew it was a terrible way to bring the curtain down on a show whose second act soared (first big breaks that September for chorus members Mookie Wilson, Hubie Brooks and Wally Backman notwithstanding), but I was willing to hum the scenery when it was over at 67-95. It was the best Met production in four years and I was an easy audience.

Now, not as much. I’ve ridden far too many ups and downs across my fan life to buy into 2011’s 50-38 for any more than what it was. And when 50-38 dwindles into 6-17 and wherever it goes from here, I need a lot more than advance notices on behalf of the potentially promising understudies to rev me up for the next set of previews.

But I sure hope there are Mets fans younger than me and less cynical than me who see in 50-38 what I saw in 47-39.

via They’ve Got to Be Somebody’s ’80 « Faith and Fear in Flushing.