The Agony and the Ecstasy

Last night’s game what the epitome of a heartbreaker. It was the perfect example of why I live for this game (Marlon Anderson) and why I die hard with this game (the Blow pen & Wright’s error). It was the agony and the ecstasy all rolled into one heart-pounding inning. The result has numbed me into submission. The emotional post I wrote last night immediately after that embarrassing defeat is a reflection of a beaten down, life long Mets addict who witnessed another monumental meltdown in this team’s history. And it hurts to the very core. I can only hope and pray they will recover.