At 1:15 the Marlins announcers were remarking about how the level excitement in good ol Shea was off the charts.

( Then the game started. )

Tags: choking, fat lady, mets
Current Mood: depressed
Current Music: Moonlight Sonata

I don't even know what to say. I can just tell you how I feel. I feel pain, anguish, tightness of the chest, labored breathing, I'm a fucking mess, I guess I should be thankful that at least its not my allergies. But I'm not, I feel like shit, I feel like I'm going through a break-up and this is not good, because you don't ever give up on your team. I can't just stop calling them, block thier emails and hope they get the hint. I can't write a "dear jane" letter, this is bullshit, this is the most frustrating aspect of being a fan, the helplessnes of it all.

So I didn't win a chance for a post-season ticket oppurtunity, the irony isn't lost on me that the Mets are on thier way to doing the exact same thing.

I just want my fucking t-shirt!

Three games left, may the best team win!

Tags: mets
Current Mood: drained

FUCK!

To make a long story short, starting with last Friday, this has been a shit week for my friends and family. So rather than boring you with the sordid details, I’ll rant about something else that on my tits, but isn’t that important in the grand scheme of things.

The New York Fucking Mets!




( WTF?! )

Tags: baseball, douches, mets, sports
Current Mood: pissed off