Last night was the best. I watched 2.5 full games, I would have watched all four if I hadn't taken off to go see Steve Jobs (the movie). I was very tired when the Mets came on. Being a lifelong Mets fan, I hoped for victory but was prepared for a short postseason run, and more philosophy.
I was prepared because the Mets that were so exciting in August were nowhere to be seen in September.
Which Mets would show up in Los Angeles? The Mets of August or the Mets of September. I'm sure, based on the way I phrased that, you know the answer. Neither. It was an all-new Mets. A duel between the two aces, both exactly the same age, one an established Great, and the other just getting started. And the drama of the Captain willing his team to victory.
There are so many wonderful things about baseball, but the best is the story, told from a million different perspectives, we all learn the lesson we want to learn. And for a Mets fan, who spends a lot of time crying in disappointment, nothing, absolutely is nothing is sweeter than having your faith redeemed.
If the Dodgers have their new Koufax and Drysdale, the Mets could have Seaver and Koosman, and who knows what. We're making new history.