Wednesday, July 02, 2008

RUMORS OF MY DEATH ARE GREATLY EXAGGERATED.

I’ve been trying to gear up any enthusiasm to post, when I read this post by Mike Steffanos over at Mike’s Mets. The post, entitled “Dreariness,” made me feel 100% times better, because if a long-time fan like Mike can’t muster up the enthusiasm to write anything about the Mets, then I’m in good company.

I’m even tired of writing about my issues. For example, I have become incredibly leery of Carlos Delgado. I think he’s acted like a complete and total dick, or at least that’s what the media has made him seen (a distinction I completely recognize). I really, really like Carlos Delgado. I even really, really liked his refusal to stand up for “God Bless America,” because truth be told, if I could get away with it I would too (given our household’s belief that God blesses Bangladesh just as much as s/he blesses America). But the feeling I get is that he doesn’t give a damn any more. I think fans have been racist, and quick to boo, but the booing is because of the situation that Omar and the Wilpons put him in: Omar for keeping him and others around too long, the Wilpons for jacking ticket prices and the eternal specter of Citi Field, a place most of us will not be able to afford, looming over every game they play at home.

...and now I’m running out of steam. Again.

I think it’s time to do some book reviews.