I had lost all hope for the Mets last night. My a cappella group was making a demo tape (in the same recording studio that Green Day used for their new album, honest to goodness), so after hearing that the Yankees were leading in the fourth, I tuned out and tried to sing in tune. And I stumbled, dead tired, off to bed afterwards,
assuming that the Series was really all over. But, I should know better than to lose faith in the team that likes to set its fans up for disappointment, only to heighten the joys that they sometimes provide. Even if they don’t win the series, at least they won a game. Which is more than the last two Yankees World Series opponents can say.
As noted by a Catholic church-goer in the ongoing New York Times coverage of fan rivalry, “God’s no Yankees fan. God roots for the Mets. He loves us because we suffer.” Amen.