You know how people say they "live and die" with a team and it sounds like an exaggeration? Well I've noticed that since the Mets started this slide of theirs that I have not been as happy and carefree as I normally am.
I'm a pretty easy going guy normally. I like my life and I enjoy myself. I'm married to a beautiful woman who loves me unconditionally. I have a great job that I really like. I don't have a lot to really worry about.
But I have been irritable and moody and generally kind of a bitch since the Mets started losing. It really is kind of scary. I walk around all day in this kind of malaise. I'm a couple more loses away from being clinically depressed.
So please, win a freaking game or two guys. Something that will make me stop thinking about the fact that you didn't even show up for the series in LA. Please.
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