Sorry I don't have time to write up the last post til later.
Went to the game last night, have to admit I chickened out and scrammed in the top of the 8th.
I'd already been to this ending in 2003, and the prospect of a silent ballpark with a bunch of Mets running around with champagne was too much.
But this season won't be about how it ended.
This season is about how the whole thing started.
And that, my friends, is one fabulous story.