Well, I guess I can talk about it now …

The Mets really let us down this year.

Billy and I went to Shea for five games (and one rainout) this year. All of our games were after the change in management and it seemed as though the Mets were on a roll. We were certain the Mets would not disappoint us as they did last season.

We also took the girls with us for a game against the Phillies. We had timed it just right. The Mets tied with the Phils for the NL East lead on Sunday 7/20. Both teams were off on Monday and our game was for Tuesday. The Mets beat up on the Philles for more than 7 innings and then it all fell apart. It turned from one of the best days of my life to one of the worst – all in the space of an hour or less.

It was a microcosm of the season really.

One of the games we did get to attend turned out to the last game played at Shea. We’d planned for it to be the last **regular season **game. We were perfectly willing to let others enjoy the last games if they were in the playoffs.

I didn’t expect the Mets to do much in the playoffs but I wanted them to prove to me that they would not collapse again.

I was in Philly today. I left by 3 so I didn’t get caught up in the mayhem for the 4:35 game. I have to tell you that I was jealous. All those fans enjoying their team’s success. I was a little sick.

Watching game two now and the Phillies are in the midst of a rally. Ugh.

Go Dodgers!