Let that sink in for a second. The Mets – the Metropolitan Baseball Club of New York, which plays in the National League of Major League Baseball – is going to the World Series. As a diehard fan, this is… utterly incomprehensible. This run has had everything in it, too. From highs, to lows, to emotion (raw anger, pain, heartache, elation), all of it.
Going through the dark days of 2009-2014, the first few of those with no hope, no end in sight, no rays of sunshine, to the first few glimmers at the tail end of 2011 (almost ALL of them unfairly pinned on two kids in A ball, Harvey and Wheeler) to 2014 when we could see the light very clearly, we saw the endgame, but we weren’t sure ownership would allow us to get there. Well, here we are. We’ve made it. Sandy Alderson gambled on high end, high power arms, and every single roll has been 7/11, every river card’s completed a Royal for him. We boast the best, youngest, most nastiest rotation in baseball, perhaps ever. That’s backed up by young hitters in Conforto and d’Arnaud. Herrera and Cecchini are almost ready to takeover up the middle. Rosario and Dom are a bit further away. Becerra a bit behind them.
I became a Mets fan in 1996, there’s a certain… badge of honor there for me, I (vaguely) remember Pete Harnish, as I said on Twitter a couple days ago. My first favorite player was Todd Hundley, I was confused when we acquired Piazza. The ascent back then, to me, seemed quick from horrific team in 96/97 to contender in 98 to loathing the crap out of Armando Blownitez in 99/00 (amirite? Don’t answer, of course I am). Seeing BobbyV on the postgame last night, my only thought was “if he had Familia on his teams, he’s probably a 2 time World Series winner”.
So for all of you who lived through Frank Catalanotto cleanup, to Brad Emaus, to Omar Quintanilla, to GMJ, Fat Frank, to all of you who were there throughout the 6 years of misery – congratulations. We’ve made it through to the other side.
And it is glorious.
Lets celebrate one more time in 2 weeks.