I've been on an emotional roller coaster in the span of 48 hours. Tuesday we got let down by the Mets chance to beat up on a mediocre pitcher losing 7-3. Then last night just when we thought it was over Moises Alou and the miraculous turnaround by Billy Wagner in the 9th propelled us to jubilation.
And now today we were broken, teased, and then broken again. The Mets were losing 7-3 in the bottom of the ninth inning. They played horribly for most of the afternoon and you just knew this was not a game we were going to win. But then it happened. A little spark of hope ignited when Gotay singled, Reyes doubled, and David Wright homered to cut the lead to 7-6 with only one out.
But then Delgado crushed, I mean crushed, a ball that was brought back into the ballpark by wunderkind Willie Harris. Then Alou was retired making it another series loss to the Braves.
I feel like this season is the rockiest of relationships between the Mets and their fans. There are so many highs and lows that I feel like we need counseling. The team seems to play with fire and guts one night, and then the next they look like the 2003 Mets.
The Braves are our nemesis. Willie Randolph keeps talking about how if we beat the Braves in September the losses throughout the rest of the season will be forgotten. I hope that's true, but I'm lacking confidence in our ability to beat the Braves in a 7 game series, if it comes to that.
I welcome the Marlins arrival tomorrow. We need a sweep in the worst way.