|Jaded in full gear|
I'm closing this post to comments because I really don't want this memory marred by people who think they're funny with their Anti-Mets jokes and whatnot, as if us Mets fans don't know our team. Let me tell you something about us: we are loyal. We love our Boys of Summer, so much so that we still go to Citifield even though we preferred Shea. Even when they lose, which we are aware is often, we love them. We follow them in the good and the bad, knowing that when it's bad it's fucking terrible, but when it's good? Violins strum while a drumline pounds out the soundtrack to a thousand back-to-back orgasms.
On Friday, June 1, 2012, MY BOO JOHAN SANTANA
, did this:
I am SO PROUD to be a Mets fan right now. While Santana is getting all the
glory for this Amazin' feat against the 2011 Champs from St. Louis, his team members were there to help make it happen, especially Mike Baxter who nearly fucked up his shoulder to keep the no-hit bid alive.
And if that weren't enough, R. A. Dickey pitched 9 innings of a shut out game on Saturday and Niese won Sunday's game 6-1. Bravo, my loves. Bravo. Fuck whatever happens from now on... this is our World Series!
*smooches...just for the Mets tonight*
I've been wearing my Mets gear all weekend...the biggest bonus? Twice the games ended with pitches striking out that wack ass Carlos Beltran. WHOOP WHOOP!