It’s late. I’m tired. My writing light is not really on.
But I have to say something. How many nights this season have I been sitting on this couch, looking out this window into the darkness, wondering what the hell I could say about what I just saw?
Too many nights. A third of a season in a darkness not dark enough to feel like doom, but not bright enough in which to see anything.
I stake my soul on this being the game we remember. I’ve staked my soul before and lost it. But I keep growing new souls and I put the latest one down on the green table.
I believe. This is it. Why do I feel this way? Am I going to go nuts over a two-game winning streak after a horrendous week? I guess I am.
Here’s why. It reminded me. You know what it reminded me of. Something you’ve seen before in another lifetime. 16 strikeouts. Bench players at the very heart of things. Coming back, even if you’ve lost the lead for the third or fourth time. This is the Mets way. Players with just enough talent who simply won’t be denied.
And most important. Most important. Listen. This is important. A crowd that is completely into it. A crowd that cheers even when the team’s behind. A crowd that believes and loves and wants and pushes the Mets over the line. We’ve seen this before. We’re seeing it again.
David Wright, on the little square screen under the mounds of videos and DVDs just said that “We were not going to lose that game.” That’s it. That’s right. And now Pedro says, “It’s been hard for me to see what’s going on and to not be able to do anything.” Yes, Pedro, we feel that way too.
I’m going to the game tomorrow. It’s going to be one of the most important games in a very long time.