Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
But nothing felt like THIS.
Then the Mets ran into the Dodgers and their lineup of death, which ended everything.
The lineup left small armies on base almost every inning.
And the bullpen arm couldnt put up clean innings when the Mets needed it the most.
It was the most magical run I can remember as a Mets fan.
No more Seymour Weiner.
Now its time for Uncle Stevie to give David Stearns his wallet and let him cook.
Ya gotta believe.
