It has finally come. The day when I am able to slam the door on '09. Put it behind me, lock away the pain, only to taken out the first time in '10 I hear those dreaded words, "15 day DL" (God and Kiner willing, they will be uttered infrequently next year).
What? You mean everyone else already has moved on? Hot Stove action already begun? OK, so sue me for being psychologically behind the times. The grief process takes longer for some than others.
In any case, I have helped this process along by thinking back to the good times of '09. Yes, there were some. Let's revisit a few, shall we?
Walking into Citifield for the first time (good one, @ms_tinamarie)
Seeing Frenchy's smile - the pure joy of playing the game written all over his face.
One word: Metstradamus
Johan's proclamations about his gender (I'm a man!!)
Luis Castillo's OBP. I can't believe it either, but the numbers don't lie. Nice comeback, Luis.
Press conferences. C'mon, admit it, they were entertaining. You never knew who was next to be thrown under the bus!
The opportunity to get to know Ray Ramirez and Dr. David Altchek on a more intimate basis
The hyper-activity of the Mets twittersphere during a winning streak - especially @Coopz22 and @ohmurph at their finest.
Leaving work at 9pm and realizing Howie and Wayne are on the radio to keep me company on the way home
Shake Shack!
And finally...the knowledge that the season would not last forever, no matter how much it seems like it at times.
What are your favorite memories?
Kisses!
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