The New Mets or the New Yankees?

While Young Sip jet-sets up and down the left coast following our Mets into San Diego (that's Spanish for a whale’s vagina), and A.F.O.M.G. does whatever smart people do in Martha's Vineyard, Cousin's checkin in, with my analysis of the young season.

I have been to two games thus far and left each with a sort of different impression. The first was Opening Day, which featured all the electricity and excitement that this site has already covered.

The second was the Easter game where we demolished Ben Sheets and the sexy-as-hell Brew Crew.

I left that game ecstatic with the win, but then, much in keeping with a tradition of things that make me almost happy without ever being completely happy, we proceeded to drop the series against the hated Braves.

You see, much like how the son turns into his father in Harry Chapin’s "Cats in the Cradle," we too were turning into what we feared and hated the most.

We had the media attention and, in turn, the cockiness of our hated cross-town rivals! I was seeing those fair-weather fans at the games; it's almost too easy to spot these bandwagoners, they stick out like a sore thumb.

You don’t go to a Mets game and see dudes, not watching the game. Chicks maybe, but not dudes. Only now things are starting to change.

At the time I was quite distraught, but, in hindsight, I didn’t mind seeing our young hero David Wright have the worst game of his young career.

Maybe the future of the organization needed to be brought down a peg. We were all excited to see that D.Wright on TRL, but let’s be honest, would we not write an entire article bashing Jeter if he did the same?

I am reading an article about the new state of the art ballpark, to replace what many consider the worst stadium in professional sports, Shea. It is going to hold 11,000 less seats.

Will the day come, that I will have to buy season packs to get in to games? What if when going to a Mets Game, I have to say I am going to some corporate named park?

Saying I am heading over to Banco Popular Ballpark (while actually catchier than most corporate names) just won't feel as good as telling people I am on my way to Shea.

I love the fact that, for the most part, certain games and teams excluded, I can decide any day to head over to the friendly confines and take in a game.

Furthermore, will that day come where it is acceptable to take a girl on a date to Shea, like it is with that team in the Bronx? I certainly hope not.

Maybe it is just I am not used to winning. For those of you that don’t know, I attended Rutgers. I love my Scarlet Knights, and as any Rutgers fan can tell you, part of that love is always looking forward to next season.

What if next season was this season? Or phrased another way that may be more familiar, what if next year really was now?

I love the Mets for so many reasons, but one is that they are the David to the Yankees' Goliath. Will I love them as much if we were competing for that spot as Goliath? Let’s take this one step further; what if the roles were reversed?

I don't know man. All I know is, it's hard out here for a pimp.

- Cousin