Manic EvenTS
by bobby on Sep.29, 2007, under sports
I’ve become manic depressive by having these Mets toy with my emotions day after day. What did I do to deserve this? Why are you making this so painful? After continuously crushing my will to live and leaving the coffin one nail short of sealed, you decide to slip in a breath of air? The elation that I got from the glimmer of hope that you gave me today, John Maine, is only to set me up for disappointment tomorrow. Why do you do this to me? Why? I can’t hold my breath this long. I’m grasping for air as I suffocate from the plastic bag over my head. Will Tom Glavine help me to remove this bag and breathe freely? Probably not. Tomorrow will be more of the same. You will toy with my emotions again. You will dangle the possibility of another game in front of me and then snatch it away. Then dangle it again, and take it away again. I, like the sucker I am, will anticipate your every move with exhilaration, until I am left holding my head in disillusionment, disappointment, disbelief. Be that as it may, I’d rather be miserable loving you than bored without you. Give me something to live for. Let’s Go Mets.
