For the Mets, There is Only Next Year…Again
- Updated: October 6, 2016
Noah Syndergaard pitched a gem last night. There is nothing more any Mets fan could have asked for. Bumgarner was able to keep his pitch count low, and that was the only difference. He only needed 21 pitches to get through the first three innings – simply remarkable. Though it’s easy to sit there and give Bumgarner all the credit in the world for finishing off the game, Syndergaard was pretty damn great himself:
Another season has come and gone, and even though the Mets were playing with house money, the pain of losing two years in a row still exists. Numerous injuries plagued the clubhouse in 2016, so being able to take the top Wild Card spot in the National League was a miracle in itself. Unfortunately, it really doesn’t ease the pain of another season ending on a low note.
Being a Mets fan is pretty tough. Some say it’s even a form of masochism, and they’re not far off. I can’t remember the joy of 1986, so disappointment has been associated with my favorite baseball team since the beginning.
My earliest memory was Tommy Lasorda and the Dodgers doing the impossible and beating the Mets back in 1988. I was physically ill after that series and I remember rooting so hard for the Athletics to take care of business in the Series, but it was never meant to be.
Fast forward through the collapses and postseason losses, and I still find myself hoping for the best. The Mets were broken in 2016 and things can only get better in the upcoming season…right?
Pitchers are on the mend and the rotation of the gods may actually make a full appearance come April. Other than that, I really have no idea what is going to happen with the rest of the team. Hopefully Céspedes will be back, but that’s up to the Wilpons.
The Spring will bring hope. Another chance at watching the Mets make a run for a championship and maybe even bringing it home to Queens. But until then, we’ll just have to sit back and watch the Cubs take care of business while Noah Syndergaard keeps giving us the truth on Twitter.
Baseball has a way of ripping your ❤️ out, stabbing it, putting it back in your chest, then healing itself just in time for Spring Training.
— Noah Syndergaard (@Noahsyndergaard) October 6, 2016