Embrace This Season For What It Is And Enjoy The Sprint
A new season is upon us. A season that will be unlike any other. A season that has many unsure what to feel.
This is a season that we should embrace for what it is.
Don’t get worked up over how many games will be played. Remember what it was like in New York when the original Opening Day came and past? Even the thought of having a baseball season seemed impossible back then.
We’re not getting a normal season. And that’s fine. Let’s just enjoy 60 games of entertainment. I sure as hell could use something to smile about right now. You’re kidding yourself if you don’t think watching deGrom strikeout the side or Alonso smashing one into the upper deck won’t have you feeling at least a little bit of normal inside. Hell, I felt like my old self again just getting worked up earlier this week over the Lowrie mysterious injury saga and Stroman hitting the IL.
The Mets are going to win games. The Mets are going to lose games. The Mets are going to lose games in ways we didn’t think were possible.
The more things change, the more they still feel the same for Mets fans.
There seems to be this fear about the Mets making a run at a World Series in a makeshift season and it not really counting. WHO CARES?! If this is your biggest worry with all that’s going in the world than bless you.
Enjoy the moment. If we’re so lucky to make the postseason, I’ll gladly eat up every last second of it. You will too. If the Mets come out on top in a short season, hell yeah, I’ll celebrate. A champagne bottle can spray six feet apart if you shake it up enough.
Today will feel weird for many of us who have Opening Day traditions at the ballpark. It sucks. There’s no way to sugarcoat it. We’re also 4 months into this COVID world. I think we’re all accustomed to hanging at home by now.
Make yourself the beer guy and hot dog vendor in one at home. You’ll be saving plenty of dough at least, that’s for sure. Start up a group text (leave if it gets abused). Video chat with your buddies. Hop on #MetsTwitter if you dare. We don’t need to be sitting shoulder to shoulder at Citi Field to be in this together.
This is not a season. This is a sprint. Every win will be that much more satisfying, and every loss will be that much more painful. My blood is pumping just thinking about it. I can feel the adrenaline running and I can’t tell if it’s from the thought of a Conforto bomb walk-off or a blown save breaking my heart.
It’s going to be fun at times. It’s going to be miserable at times. It’s going to be something we all experience differently. And that’s OK.
Welcome back, Mets baseball.
LFGM!
This is a season that we should embrace for what it is.
Don’t get worked up over how many games will be played. Remember what it was like in New York when the original Opening Day came and past? Even the thought of having a baseball season seemed impossible back then.
We’re not getting a normal season. And that’s fine. Let’s just enjoy 60 games of entertainment. I sure as hell could use something to smile about right now. You’re kidding yourself if you don’t think watching deGrom strikeout the side or Alonso smashing one into the upper deck won’t have you feeling at least a little bit of normal inside. Hell, I felt like my old self again just getting worked up earlier this week over the Lowrie mysterious injury saga and Stroman hitting the IL.
The Mets are going to win games. The Mets are going to lose games. The Mets are going to lose games in ways we didn’t think were possible.
The more things change, the more they still feel the same for Mets fans.
There seems to be this fear about the Mets making a run at a World Series in a makeshift season and it not really counting. WHO CARES?! If this is your biggest worry with all that’s going in the world than bless you.
Enjoy the moment. If we’re so lucky to make the postseason, I’ll gladly eat up every last second of it. You will too. If the Mets come out on top in a short season, hell yeah, I’ll celebrate. A champagne bottle can spray six feet apart if you shake it up enough.
Today will feel weird for many of us who have Opening Day traditions at the ballpark. It sucks. There’s no way to sugarcoat it. We’re also 4 months into this COVID world. I think we’re all accustomed to hanging at home by now.
Make yourself the beer guy and hot dog vendor in one at home. You’ll be saving plenty of dough at least, that’s for sure. Start up a group text (leave if it gets abused). Video chat with your buddies. Hop on #MetsTwitter if you dare. We don’t need to be sitting shoulder to shoulder at Citi Field to be in this together.
This is not a season. This is a sprint. Every win will be that much more satisfying, and every loss will be that much more painful. My blood is pumping just thinking about it. I can feel the adrenaline running and I can’t tell if it’s from the thought of a Conforto bomb walk-off or a blown save breaking my heart.
It’s going to be fun at times. It’s going to be miserable at times. It’s going to be something we all experience differently. And that’s OK.
Welcome back, Mets baseball.
LFGM!
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