You know, Frankie Rodriguez pisses me off. Just thought I'd get that out of the way.
We spent oodles of money to get him to join us after successful seasons with the Angels, and I have to bear witness to watch him give up not one, but TWO walk-off GRAND SLAMS in one f'ing season. The first one was a lot worse because, well, I was there in San Diego (but was not there to witness the actual hit, I just went back to my hotel). I don't know what's worse - the fact that they happened or that they happened against two last fucking place teams with nothing to play for.
But what else pisses me off is, well, me. This general malaise that I have regarding this season. I was remarking to someone earlier this morning that the last time I felt like this about a Mets team was in 2003, when I didn't attend a game from June that year onward. This year I feel is a lot worse because back then at least, I could rationalize that I only had Saturday games and there could be conflicts on only Saturdays that keep me from coming to games. I spent a good amount of money this year to buy every game, thinking, you know, I'd WANT to go.
But people keep telling me -- you'll want to go. You'll WISH you went next week, when you can't go anymore.
Let's face it, folks. This season has been over, for quite a while. The Mets are not only going mail it in this weekend, I believe and know, first-hand, that many fans are indeed mailing in it and not bothering to go.
Part of me feels like I should go, since, hell, I already paid for the tickets and all.
But what I find amazing this year is that, I know I'm not the only one in this sinking ship.
Last season, especially a year-and-few-days-ago, we had several reasons to attend. Several reasons to WANT to attend. Never mind the idea that the Mets kept it exciting till the very last day (2007 was deflating -- last year, and I may be romanticizing it, was a bit more exciting since none of us expected them to do much after the collapse in 2007) -- we wanted to say Goodbye to Shea just one last time. And it was sad that (especially for me) I didn't get to appreciate it while it was there, because, well, after the game I just wanted to get the hell out of dodge. Even an impromptu goodbye-thing scheduled over the winter couldn't get me out there. And now? I miss it, and want it to come back.
But I think it's just the emotional attachment, or lack thereof, I feel about CitiField this year is what is keeping me away from these last games.
I remember going to a game last year with a friend, the last Tuesday game I want to say, and he said, wow - it's my last game at Shea. I was floored. I guess because I know this friend of mine to be a BIG Mets fan, and I knew other big Mets fans would be there that weekend. And he wouldn't? For shame!
But then I spoke with another person I consider to be a big Mets fan, and her last game was the first weekend of September. And without batting an eyelash - it was just expected. No one wants to attend.
If I knew the Mets would fall apart in the season. If I knew there wouldn't be something to play for after July. If I knew I could get excited one last time to go the park, I would. But I don't feel the excitement attached to going to CitiField as I did with Shea Stadium. I know it will change over the years...
...But with David Wright all but checked out, Frankie Rodriguez not having anything to play for and therefore making him disinterested in closing out games...
Why the hell do I want to go games if the TEAM doesn't even want to show up?
The worst part is, they kind of have to. They get paid for it. Sadly, I PAY to live in this place over the summer and I spend money maintaining (in the form of beer revenue, which, proud to admit, I helped quite a bit this summer and with Mets stuff).
Will I regret skipping out this weekend? I doubt it. Because I know David Wright, Francisco Rodriguez, Carlos Beltran (well, maybe not him, he actually had a valid reason to NOT return, so he gets a pass)...I know for a fact this is the last place Jerry Manuel wants to be.
Come November 1st though, I'll have wished I went just one last time. I would like to think they cared to still play, cared to win. But they don't and quite frankly, I don't think I do either.