So the Ladies are reliving last years' spring training prediction by Carlos B (see post above) and the subsequent results of said prediction. The Ladies got to thinking about all the years the Mets were supposed to be great, even just good, and fell flat. And we were wondering why we love them anyway. They are, after all, like the bad-boy boyfriend you had in high school, who promised you a ring after graduation (a world series ring, possibly), that would lead to a house of your own (Citifield) and maybe a few kids (a decent farm system). Boyfriend would keep all his promises to be faithful and not tramp off with the town hussy. Then said boyfriend fired up his motorcycle and drove off, after leaving you with an unmentionable disease. Alas, we all know women just love a bad boy, one whose committment phobias are as big as his ego. Therefore, we have decided to accept our self-destructive tendencies and will be glued to the TV come April. Following is a list of things we rooted out as solid, healthy reasons to love our Mets: David Wright's ass. Jose Reyes' smile. Johan Santana's incredible gamemanship. Jerry Manuel's sound bites (see: title of this blog). Ryan Church's perseverance. David Wright's tongue. John Maine's love of Metallica. The bullpen's willingness to give a hand to the grounds crew (although they could have helped more by giving up fewer runs, but we're trying to be positive here). Joe Smith flipping off Cubs fans at Wrigley (Miss you, Joe!). Did I mention David Wright yet? Carlos y Carlos. And so much more... OK, we feel better now.
that unmentionable disease is stressing me out! surely there must be a cure!!
ReplyDeleteThe Wilpons were funding research into this terrible disorder, but they have lost all their money. Maybe we could hold a fundraiser.
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