The only thing worse than being a Mets fan

So being a Mets fan is one of my proudest feats. I love the team, Shea, baseball, and most importantly, I just love talking baseball with my friends.

Be that as it may, as much as I love the Mets, they have caused me a ton of pain.

Losing the World Series the way they did, with the monster hitting a ball that from section 5 of the upper deck looked out, really did kill me.

Those endless blown saves by Johnny be Good, Armando, The Poops and what inevitably will be B Wags killed me.

The Braves constantly dominating us kills me.

But let me tell you, the Warriors fucking kill me.

I just got back from the game, a solid 102-93 loss at the hands of the Dallas Mavericks. The Warriors of course were up by double digits in the 2nd quarter and were holding Dirk and Jason Terry in check.

But of course they blew up.

Every single game they play is straight out of a movie. In the movie, however, the good news is that we always have a way of rooting for the team that comes from behind to eventually win the game, or at worst the team that learns a valuable lesson in life no matter what the scoreboard reads at the end.

In the former scenario, the Warriors are the other team, the one that the team you're pulling for miraculously beats.

They always lose, and I'm not invited to the team meetings where life lessons would get discussed.

They kind of remind me of Permian High in "Friday Night Lights". There is no way you expect that they are going to lose that game, so when they finally do, it is extra salt.

You don't lose in movies.

Well you don't lose games that you should win. Unless you are the Warriors.

This all makes me feel like Mets fans are destined to lose. There is no team that I root for that wins. Sure the Giants look good, but that team sucks.

UGA lost the most painful bowl game I've seen in some time.

Everything that I root for loses.

Is this me? Am I jinx?

I don't know what it is.

I think the thing is that I kind of like being around misery. Well not misery, but depression.

My favorite band is Coldplay. I like sitting in my room with the lights out and the sweet sounds of Chris Martin whispering into my ears.

I know this is weird. God dealt me a pretty decent hand and I live a really good life. But for some reason I like the blend of happiness and sadness. I dig the mixture of emotion.

I think that is why I love the Mets so much. They are happiness and sadness. They are great and they suck. They just are the Mets. All Mets fans know what I am saying.

Which makes me think, what would happen if the Mets actually won it all?

This isn't a mere retread of the oft-speculated conundrum facing Red Sox fans the in 86 years leading up to 2004. You must have heard someone ask what this group of perpetual losers, perpetual underdogs whose very identity was wrapped up in the fact that they never won, would do if and when they finally won the World Series?

At the end of the day, the Sox fans still love the Sox, even if maybe it's a little different now (whether it is or isn't I really can't say to be honest with you). What I do know, however, is that when I was young and the Rangers won the Cup, I basically stopped liking hockey.

I loved hockey growing up.

The first sporting event I ever went to was a Rangers-Sabres game that the Rangers lost 5-3 to the sweet sounds of "Sabres Suck!"

So what if the Mets finally win? I don't mean make the playoffs or win a series or two. I mean win the whole fucking thing.

I don't really know what it would do to me. So much of what I love about the Mets is how bad they are and how bad they've been. That brings the team a charm that no winning organization can really have.

It's pretty much impossible for me to conceive of life without the Mets, so I'm not worried that I'll go cold turkey on them if somehow they manage to win a championship someday. But it would change things. That perverse thrill of being the underdog would be gone, and once it's gone, it takes a lot of long and painful years to get it back.

There's a reason we rooted so hard for Rocky or for Jake Taylor's/Rick Vaughn's Indians. And yeah, we still loved them after they won their respective titles, but things couldn't help but feel a little different after that -- I guess that's why movies have rewind buttons, though.

We don't have that luxury of course, so all we can do is soak up this feeling while it lasts and imagine what it'll feel like to wake up a week after the Mets finally win one. Will it still feel the same? I like to think it will, but I worry that it won't.

Anyway, I'm sorry if this sounds like a rant. I'm really pissed off about this loss tonight. This team has way too much talent to lose games like this. Sounds familiar.

VCD

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