Well, we see how well THAT philosophy worked for me this season.
Although I did spice things up, as you all saw, in my West Coast Memoirs, and added some games to my originally planned Mets games.
And I subsequently did something I had not planned: I cheated on the Mets.
I fell in love with another team. But it's not entirely my fault, and I mean - the whole different area code thing applies here, right? Right? (Sorry, that's just me, trying to make it sound right anyway)
Yes, I cheated on the Mets, and I fell in love with not only another team but their stadium too.
And that was the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim. Yes, I hate their name -- but their stadium reminds me of home, and home to me is still Shea Stadium.
I have always had a thing for Vlad Guerrero.
I have a crush on Torii Hunter and Chone Figgins.
And who can't love a team where Scott Kazmir is on the starting pitching? Oh and Darren Oliver is still on the team. (Still love him too)
I may not like Mike Scioscia, for what he did to the Mets in 1988. But hey, I don't have to like the manager.
And who knew, but The Coop has turned into a frontrunner, since the California Angels won the AL West last night. As irony would have it, their own Santana (Ervin) pitched the winner.
I can root for a team that has a Santana on their pitching staff.
I am totally in denial. But I need something to keep me occupied and warm in the early fall months this year. I had wanted it to be the Mets, but they will just have to understand that a woman has her needs and they will be met, one way or another.
Plus, I'm not prepared for hockey season yet.
So call The Coop a frontrunner. Call me a cheater. I don't really care. I've been called a lot worse. But admission is the first step in the battle.
The Mets will just have to understand.