Where the hell were you?
Yeah, YOU.
I’m calling you out. Marge Face Style.
You mean to tell me only 98 other families could be bothered to make a gosh-darn banner and show up on Saturday?
I heard every lame excuse in the book from “I was out late” to “my kid had a game” (MY kid had a game, he came to Banner Day.) to “monitoring the renovations” to “birthday party” to “had lunch” to something about rain.
Lame.
Here’s the problem. 99 Banners.
Last year the Mets had about 300. This year, 99.
I can do math, that’s down 66%.
What the hell am I supposed to do if the Mets decide not bring Banner Day back in 2014? What possible argument would I have?
But this goes beyond banners. This is about a whole lot of Mets fans who need to accept something about themselves. They are front-runners.
Yep, front-runners.
How many “Mets fans” do you know who say they are only going to watch when Harvey pitches. Or who mumble something about how they will be back when the team is good again.
These “big Mets fans” are front-runners. By definition. They only come out when they going is good. When the going gets tough they can’t be bothered.
All you had to do was write Let’s Go Mets on a Dollar Store posterboard. You couldn’t be bothered.
Don’t come bitching to me when this event doesn’t return. Don’t ask me to campaign for Old Timers’ Day. Don’t ask me to do anything. I’ll write what I want to write.
To the other 98 families who give a hoot, thank you for taking part in a great day. To the Mets, thank you for allowing me to make a memory with my son. To the Mets, thank you for allowing Dan to make a memory with his dad. The rest of you can show up for Game One of the NLDS some day. We don’t need you to have a good time at the park.
