I wish to thank the Mets boycotters.
A few weeks back you guys wrote one too many tweet and it made me step back and realize that there was no reason to engage these people. The force ghost of Ja’zzon Frylo reminded me to use Force Block and its lesser cousin Force Mute (some feel the Force Mute is the more powerful tool because it forces people to scream into the great nothing).
So I eliminated those folks from my timeline and I felt better.
It also helped me to remember that, as I head into my eleventh baseball season of Mets Police, hey I actually really like the Mets.
Now sure I love busting the Mets’ balls. Just in this last half hour I slammed them for not honoring Jackson Todd (3-6 in 1977, come on Mets). I’m sure I will goof on them tomorrow too. I love ridiculing The Dark Knight (not the actual human MH, but this ridiculous persona he created and will likely fuel in two weeks by showing up in a Maserati. because he seems to lack a self-awareness gene that Thor has.) (Speaking of TDK, Thor is in camp and I don’t think Matt is yet, step it up Batman). It’s all fun.
Along the way I can do some Mets Policing. For the most part, things are good. They dress well. They are pretty decent to the fans. Sure we can argue about fees, crappy broadcast audio, Saturday Night Games and all that, but it’s not like they moved the team to Indianapolis in the middle of the night.
The payroll stuff? Seriously, if you worry about whether or not real estate developers hand out millions of dollars or not to some hired hands, well I suggest you read some news, especially some international news and see that people have real problems.
This is all an escape. The daily soap opera we watch. Players come and go, and we like some of them more than others, but even The Franchise leaves and the stories of The Captain have a sad ending, so like it, but don’t make it your entire reason for living.
Mixing it up on twitter is a fun way to kill time at work or in the parking lot while waiting to drive Dad’s Taxi. Go to a game. Or don’t go to a game and watch it on your deck. Buy a t-shirt. Or don’t. (But seriously, ignore this thumbs down guy, that needs to go away.) It’s just entertainment. You can like the Mets and be mad at them. I like Star Trek and I am furious at it right now. But I repeat to myself it’s just a show I should really just relax.
Luke Skywalker is wise. Let the past die. Seaver isn’t coming back. Either is Wright. We have those memories. Enjoy them. But make some new ones. Don’t let your fandom become all about raging over how millionaires (billionaires?) spend their money.
So thank you you hateful boycotters. Thank you for reminding me to have fun with this all. It’s just a blog about a baseball team, sometimes about a building, and sometimes about what color tops the millionaire athletes are wearing.
If you’d like to have reasonable discussions, great, I am here for you. If you’d like to have silly sarcastic discussions, hey I’m always up for that too (seriously Mets, you left off Jackson Todd, come on man). If you need to be angry all the time, well, you’ve been force blocked. Sorry. I’m here to enjoy life.
