Monday, September 22, 2008

THE FINAL COUNTDOWN.

[Now you’re going to have that song in your head all day, aren’t you?]

It’s only in a situation like a playoff game, or any game that counts, that I’ll countenance that song. Any other time it would mean an obvious wince, a groan, some sort of wisecrack exchanged with TBF. But as I have learned, the cheesiest, most awful songs in any other situation become something else in a playoff situation.

I was heartbroken after yesterday’s loss. I couldn’t even listen past the 8th inning. I know part of it is being sick and worn out and tired but I want to start crying like a 12-year-old when I think of the team blowing this season as well.

And while I agree with my compatriot SNK over at You Can’t Script Baseball, I understand people who might be inclined to boo. Part of my despondency is just not knowing where I’m going to be next year. That the entire plan of getting into Shea and getting TBF into Citi Field was almost pointless. I say “almost” because if I hadn’t done it, I wouldn’t be here right now. But, still. I hurt for the people who’ve had a Saturday plan for the last 15 years and are out in the cold, too. The greed overshadows everything, just like the walls of Citi Field overshadow the outfield now. The issues are intertwined.

I’m just sick, right? That’s the only reason I’m feeling so bad about all of this, right?