Happy Birthday Y2K

The death of Cory Lidle has the baseball world shaken up. It is always a terrible thing for someone to die so young with a family behind. We here at Y2K send our best to the Lidle family.

Today, however, is a huge day for myself, AFOMG and recent September call up Cheddar Ben.

Today, October 12th, marks the 1-year anniversary of our beloved site. To think it all started with a bored paralegal, hardpressed to find anything else in the world to do. With every possible page of the internet read (note: I read about 4 sites) I decided to write.

The funny thing is, I was then and remain now a pretty lousy writer. I felt I owed it to the world, or at least my community of Mets fans/Yankee haters, to express how I felt.

How fucked up it was that the Yankees will always be in the postseason and when they lose, they feel like a World Series is owed to them.

How the cure to their problems isn't a move here or a coaching replacement, but to go out and sign the 7 best players on the market each offseason for three times more than anyone else is willing to offer.

I was angry. Angry like the Chicago Bears Defense. Angry like Todd Zeile when his son Garrett won't go to bed on time. Angry like a Mets fan.

For years I would argue and then crush my Yankee fan friends (the few that were there). And for years I found them too dumb or too quick to admit their wrongs or simply deny them, that even that became frustruating.

Instead, I decided it was time to form a community.

And so Y2K was born.

A lot has changed since last October. Whereas last year at this time we struggled to get a hundred readers in a week, now we are getting in the thousands.

To that, we owe a lot of you a lot of thanks.

As long as you guys keep reading, we will keep writing. Well, truth is, we would probably write anyway. Just too many hours in the day to fill.

But a couple other things have happened.

First and most obvious.

Look at where we are now. As we sit in our offices or at our cubicles, or for Sip, at his desk with no shirt on and a pair of flannel pajamas, we mentally prepare for Game 1 of a League Championship Series.

Only, this time we are not in the process of channeling our mind, body and soul into hatred for Yankees, but rather love of the New Mets.

Whether it is coincidence or not, I and especially the Big Guy AFOMG are some superstitious motherfuckers.

As for the Sip, two jobs, two cities and a couple new pairs of pants purchased and I am right back where it all started, NYC.

I gear up for Game 1 tonight with my daily pregame ritual:

1. Watch Point Break
2. Punch myself in the chest as hard as I can over and over again (David from Fear)
3. lift
4. shower
5. Coldplay
6. Dirk Diggler karate chops in front of my mirror
7. dress
8. head over to AFOMG's for pregame ritual
9. 2/3 train
10. 7 train
11. Gametime

I like to refer to it as Zen Meathead.

But tonight is a big one. I have never been a big fan of birthdays. But I am actually pretty proud of this one.

All I want for lucky #1 is a W. And if not a W, well, let's not have another player get hurt.

Thanks again for all your support. Keep reading Y2K, eat a lot of chocolates, tell your friends, visit maketradefair.com, and let the positive karma and Shakras live on.

For those of you lost in the chocolates and free trade websites, you don't spend enough time around the Sip.

Vaya Con Dios,

SM