Sad

So it's a pretty bad time to be a Mets fan. As A.F.O.M.G. said, we are the Phillies' sons. And watching the game yesterday with Happy Will and Chris the Reds Fan was pretty much the worst moment of my life since being in the upper deck with Young Sip for Game 5 of the 2000 World Series.

Gotta be honest: This season, the Rays meant more to me than the Mets. From about July onwards, I would check the Rays score followed by the Pink Sox, and then the Mets/Phillies.

Does this make me a bad Mets fan? Am I on par with Happy Will who famously denounced his Mets fandom to become a Red Sox fan, only to rethink his decision two weeks later?

I don't think so?

It's easy to say this year's Rays team was everything a baseball fan could root for. I agree and I honestly think anyone who was rooting against them is a bad person.

But it goes further. The 2008 Rays were everything a Mets fan of my age has ever hoped for. The 2008 Rays-1969 Mets comparison is really easy. But when you get down further, this year's Rays team was the conglomeration of everything us Mets fans have been dreaming about as long as most of us on this little blog have been fans.

You gotta start with Generation K. On eof my first memories of being just indescribably excited for a Mets game was when Bill Pulsipher made his first Major League start. Then Izzy came up and Paul Wilson was our first round draft pick stud.

The comparison with Scott Kazmir, James Shields, and David Price is just the beginning of why this year's loss hurts so much.

Move on a few years to the 1999 Mets. The greatest infield ever. Well, I'll never acknowledge that any team beats us on that, but the 2008 Rays give us a damn good run for our money.

Veteran leadership? We had Robin. The Rays had our guy, Cliff Floyd.

Then we have the hope that so many of us assumed would lead to years of dominance. Wright and Reyes. Pretty tough, given how the last few years have played out, to be more excited about our duo over the Rays tandem of Longoria and Upton.

So, look, I'm never gonna jump ship on my Mets. They've meant more to me through my life than anything else. Some of my best friends growing up are friends of mine because of our mutual love of the Mets.

But it seems fitting that the Rays lost the World Series in 5 games, just as we did 8 years ago.

This year's Rays team meant a lot to this long suffering Mets fan.

Sitting in my room in the most pleasant school ever known to man with some great friends watching the Rays lose was nothing like sitting in the Upper Deck of Shea (RIP) with Young Sip eight years ago.

But it was closee. Mets fans lost last night. That the Phillies had to be the team celebrating vanquishing a tema that representned everything I've rooted for in baseball over the last 27 years made it all the worse.

If I've learned anything in my life, that's baseball.

- Nails