Just bought the Matt Harvey SI. Going to frame that bad boy.
Let Me Try And Explain What Matt Harvey Means to Met Fans
In case you don’t follow Major League baseball, the New York Mets have a pitcher named Matt Harvey. He’s been something of a sensation this year. The Mets are 7-2 in games he starts and 9-21 in all other games. That’s not a misprint. Lots of teams have excellent young pitchers, so to truly understand why Matt Harvey is a borderline Messiah, you must first understand the psyche of your average Met fan…
…which means you must be ready to understand pain.
You merely adopted the dark, Met fans were born in it. The team’s struggles over the last 30 years have been well documented, so much so that I don’t feel the need to rehash them here. Suffice to say the bad outweighs the good. To make matters worse, Met fans have rarely had any player to call our own. For better or worse, fans feel a special attachment to quality players who they have watched grow, those guys who have come up through a team’s farm system and whom we watch develop into All Stars on the major league level. This is why Yankee fans will always love Jeter, Posada and Rivera more than Texaira or Sabathia. There is something about “your guys”.
Met fans don’t have too many of these guys. Jose Reyes and Darryl Strawberry both left during the prime of their careers. Edgardo Alfonso got hurt, Howard Johnson got old, and Rey Ordonez never learned to hit. Alex Ochoa, Fernando Martinez, Lastings Milledge and Butch Husky never panned out the way we had hoped.
The Mets’ single season leaderboard is filled with guys acquired from other teams. Mike Piazza, John Olerud, Lance Johnson, Bernard Gilkey and Carlos Beltran were all brought in to be our guys but they always had the feeling of step children. You say you love them but they have some other fan base’s DNA all over them. It’s not the same.
First semester back in college is in the books and god-willing I should be sitting on 2 As (I was on academic probation as per the agreement of my return). Both finals were a breeze. My mantra going in was school is easy; life is hard. Thankfully that mantra held true. Surprisingly enough I made a few friends (that I probably won’t see again) in philosophy and befriended one person in music.
Can’t lie, I really hope I see my music friend again before she graduates but I couldn’t help but feel a bit afraid to get to know her. Not because I’m awkward around women (I’m not…well not for the most part anyway) but because I’m genuinely afraid to like someone. I ramble on and on about being focused and thats because its true, but women seem to have an effect on my career tunnel vision. Especially ones I like more than I should. So my great defense mechanism? Stop trying. For now, at least. I really did like her too…oh well.
Only on tumblr could I have such a heartfelt post…directly above Naomi Russells fine ass.