As soon as the Mets jumped out to a ridiculous record to start the season, I knew it was going to be a special year of baseball. There's nothing better than watching the roller coaster ride that is Mets fandom. Coming into the season all Mets fans seemed to be buying into the consensus theory that the Mets would be the Mets again, so why bother getting our hopes up. We all knew that attitude wouldn't last, it never has. Usually it immediately changes to rage or disappointment, instead something much more enjoyable happened, a false reality was dangled in front of their faces like low hanging fruit, so naturally the Mets fans grabbed it, and gobbled it all up.
The Mets were 12-2 coming into this series against the Nationals. They were off to the best start in franchise history, fans were starting to finally believe that this Mets team was different, and I swear to God I even heard someone say it feels like '86 all over again. First off, it's fucking April, let's not compare this team to any team ever just yet, let alone one of the better baseball teams of all time. Secondly, I hope every baseball fan does know that maintaining the winning percentage the Mets were at, is essentially impossible in the MLB, so coming back to Earth was inevitable. I honestly don't believe Mets fans understand that still, but I digress. I didn't come here to bash Mets fans, in fact I have no beef with them whatsoever and enjoy seeing the Mets do well. That doesn't change the fact that these fans are completely out of touch with reality and have been traumatized so badly by this Mets organization that not even thousands of dollars spent in therapy will help them recover at this point. The outrage, the pure hysteria after the Mets bullpen had an epic collapse on Monday blowing a 6-1 lead with two outs in the 8th inning, was jaw dropping. I thought I was dramatic as a fan, boy was that a reality check. Every Mets fan in existence immediately annouced the season was dead. They all figured because they had one bad loss that the season would burn to ashes. If your having those type of losses in April, mine usually don't start until late May, all I have to say is good luck getting through the mental grind that is the 162 game MLB regular season.
The Mets followed that brutal loss in which they had a collapse of...(I don't want to say epic proportions but since it just sounds better that's what I'll say) of epic proportions with another ugly loss. Wheeler had a quality start, but the bullpen stunk, and the Mets just didn't respond the way you'd hope as a fan. Anyways, the waterworks were in full effect, here we go again, God forbid a team loses two games against one of the best teams in the NL in April no less, but you can't reason with these people. It was the end of the world in Flushing. That was until tonight.
It was just the night the Mets and Mets fans needed to get back on the yellow brick road's one way track to fantasy island. The Mets were continuing to look bad, Steven Matz didn't pitch particularly well, the bats were staying cold, and the sweep from the Nationals looked inevitable. This is a different Mets team, though, at least that's what we'll here tomorrow. Instead of rolling over and letting daddy Harper and the Nats spank the Mets behinds like they've done all too often in recent years, the Mets fought back. They exploded for 9 runs in the 8th inning. They basically did to the Nationals what the Nationals did to them Monday. Todd Frazier had a clutch base hit up the middle to tie the game, that was then followed up by a Juan Lagares double down the first base line to take the lead. There's nothing more encouraging than seeing guys like that come up with the big hits. It was topped off by a Yoenis Cespedes Grand Slam and now all the panic and heartbreak in Queens will simmer down for at least a good 24 hours or so. I'm looking very much forward to playing with the volatile emotions of Mets fans all season long. Let's have some fun, baseball is back, and I have a feeling this season is going to be something special.