DNA Of a Met Fan: How Sick We Truly Are

Matt StaneckContributor ISeptember 17, 2008

Well, here we go again.  It's September 2008, and for us Met fans, it feels like September 2007.  This writer has zero confidence this team can make it back.  

Living out of state while going to school it became prudent for this die hard Met fan to purchase the MLBTV option from Major League Baseball's Website.  Since the swoon of September began it seems as though such a purchase was a waste of both time and money.  Conventional wisdom would agree that it was a waste.  But being a Met fan is not about conventional wisdom, is it?

If being a Met fan were about conventional wisdom, then the wise thing to do would be to abandon the team and to quit putting oneself through such torture.  But this goes beyond the surface.  This goes beyond rooting for a team.  

Being fans of, currently, the city's second team is about living and dying with them (in the figurative sense but oh are there times when it feels like the latter is quite literal).  This goes much deeper into the DNA of a Met fan.  If it were not such a part of the essence of what it means to be a Met fan, then after the embarrassing and gut wrenching collapse of last September the fan base would have dwindled.  

But it has not, and it will not, this writer is not the only one who has stuck it out.  There are many more like me out there.  They are the ones who will be there watching the remaining road games.  They are the ones who will be there when our beloved dump Shea Stadium closes its doors.  It's a roller coaster of a ride, and after last year, who can blame any Met fan for showing up to the ballpark with dramamine and barf bags?  

It will be more than justified for the Met organization to hear raucous boos if indeed this team chokes away the division again.  IF they do, do not think about bringing Carlos Delgado back.  In just a few days he has reversed the man crush and praise for MVP.  

Also, if the team collapses again, Omar Minaya must go and he ought to bring Luis Castillo with him.  

But the sick thing is, even without these changes, we'd come back.  This writer, the man working at the bodega in Queens, the man and woman who had their first date at Shea, the kid who saw his first game there, they will all be there.  

Why?  Because the DNA of a Met fan is missing the strands of common sense and conventional wisdom.  Can they win?  Or is it just a matter of time before this second consecutive collapse is complete?  A very short time will tell.  In the meantime, we'll be watching.  God help our souls.