True Love! And Heartbreak)

Anybody who is a true sports fan would have to admit that being just that is probably one of the purest forms of love we experience. Now, I am not comparing it with the relationships we share with our families and friends, but it is pretty damn close. How else can you explain why at 12:09 a.m. EST after having worked 60 hours over the last four days I am sitting here heartbroken writing this blog.

My wife often can not understand why I get so upset over something that seems so silly and is just a game. I often try to explain it to her in this logic, I have loved the New York Mets since 1983 at which time I was seven years old. I repeat seven years old. I am now almost thirty (Oct 26), for those math wizards out there that is 23 years. While explaining this to her I ask her to tell me one thing she has cared about for the last 23 years. This question is usually followed by complete silence, and I rest my case. I couldn't name five kids from my fourth grade class in 1986, however without missing a beat I can pretty much rattle off the entire 1986 Mets lineup including backups and relief pitchers. Why you ask, because I could give two shits about those kids that I spent an entire year learning and living with, however I fell in love with a group of grown men that probably wouldn't piss on me if I was on fire. That's dedication, That's true love! And much like a battered wife now matter what they do to me I always go back to them in the end because "I love them!"

So as I look back on this season like another failed relationship, I will remember good times and bad. I will think about come from behind victories and seeing my first division clincher in person, however I will also remember awful Yadier Molina homers and called third strikes on Carlos Beltran in the bottom of the ninth with the bases loaded and two outs down by two. God that Hurts! And I know come next march I will be there waiting for my love to come back to me and like the last twenty years I will go running back to her, because this time I believe it will work out, like I have so many times before. However march is a long way away and I am exhausted, so it is on this rainy October night I go to bed humming those immortal Bad Company lyrics, "Love Stinks!". Besides I have to rest up, my girlfriend the Miami Dolphins are coming over for a date on Sunday. I guess you can say I will never learn my lesson.