You’re looking at it. Right here. This is IT!
What you see here is a ball that Carlos Delgado fouled off into the Mezzanine box where I sat–still full of hope and optimism–last night during the bottom of the second inning.
Yes, I was thrilled to have caught the foul…nice little souvenir! And my family was sure proud of me. But, boy, did that hope and optimism that I’d had in the second inning drain away after the bottom of the 7th.
Yes, I did stay, but it was for naught.
Not only did the Mets fail to make up those three runs the Phillies scored (Thank you, Aaron Heilman!), but now another one of our precious few, dwindling outfielders has been hurt. I can’t quite believe this.
As usual, Willie is unflappable, stating that we’ll get through this. It must be this quiet, calm resolve of his that keeps his players so quietly confident.
As much as I love seeing these guys and going out to Shea every night to watch them play during home stands, considering how lousy they’ve been playing at home, I think it might be a good thing to bid them adieu after tonight’s game.
I think parenting books call it "tough love". You tell ’em, Ray!
Love ya, guys…really. Bon voyage!