Today has been an oddly rough day.
Like all Mets fans, especially those who follow the team closely, we all had a feeling this day was going to come, so we had time to be prepared. Personally, I don’t think I was prepared. I didn’t realize today how much of an emotional attachment I had to Reyes in a Mets uniform.
Once I got beyond my befuddlement of, “Why am I depressed? Am I that crazy about the Mets? Should I see a counselor for my obvious Mets related problems”, I realized why I was upset.
Being a Mets fan for me has always been a personal journey. I have always have held that boyish, misguided dream that the Mets would have a dynasty in the NL East. In 2005 I was convinced it was coming. I saw the start of it in 2006. I convinced myself 2007 was just a blip. Then I convinced myself that 2008 was also just a blip. I blamed 2009 on injuries. And 2010. And 2011.
With Reyes gone now, and to another team in the division, it is now painfully obvious that we are knee deep in a rebuilding era. I’ve always found Reyes more fun to follow than Wright, so I came to the conclusion that part of the reason I’m down today, is as of now, I’m not sure what to look forward to with the Mets, which have always been something I’ve looked forward to.
In the end, I know this feeling will pass. Knowing myself, it will probably be sooner rather than later. My heart will convince myself that Tejada will bat .300, that Wright will hit 50 bombs, that Bay will be a savior and Murphy will be the MVP.
In all seriousness, I’m looking forward to Mets baseball. The Mets do have a lot of young promising arms in the system that I can’t wait to see. However, knowing Reyes is gone, and knowing those arms are at least a full season away (even 2013 seems early for most of them), this, right now, feels like a low point.
Well said, time for baseball to start, can't wait.