I have a theory about fans and Mets fans, more specifically. That you get to see who the "true" and "real" fans are during a down period, not to mention who the Johnny-Come-Latelies who claim to be a "lifelong Mets fan" when they have not worn their Mets jackets since 1986, and have had their "lifelong Yankee fan" jacket since, oh say, 1995.
This is the time, this is the place to rally for your team. Alex Cora said it best last week, when he said, "Don't feel bad about the Metropolitans."
This is our time, this is our team. We need to be Tammy Wynettes and stand by our men, no matter how horrible they may be playing now.
We signed on for this when we knew that being a Mets fan meant more ennui than excitement, more broken hearts than celebrations.
Because this is the time all the roaches in the Mets fanbase scatter back to the Bronx, and we will be in Queens with the real people, who know what need to be done in order to make the team better.
Every year fans, even with the best of years, continually take it on the chin and say, "Thank you, Sir, may I have another?"
And we keep coming back.
We can join the Big Pussy Posse and whine and cry about how bad the team is. Or just enjoy ourselves this summer and wait for the Wilpons to realize they need to sell the team for any kind of organizational change.
But honestly, who could foresee all these injuries hitting at the same time?
Do not feel bad for the Metropolitans, and do not feel bad for ourselves. Because baby, rain or shine, all the time, we got each other...and we got the Mets.
Meet me for a beer in Section 522, my new home.
This is the time to be a Mets fan. Win or lose, scrubs or no, this is our team.
LETS GO METS!!!