![]() ![]() In 2015, it finally seemed like the Mets were breaking through, catching lightning in a bottle in the second half of the season with a great young pitching staff, Yoenis Céspedes in the regular season, and Daniel Murphy in the playoffs. The collapses of ‘07 and ‘08 led to years of mediocre and bad baseball, few exciting moments, and lots of pent up frustration. In the years that followed, not much good came out of the Mets. Being in second grade, I didn’t fully grasp the magnitude of the heartbreak older Mets fans were experiencing, and had that team won the World Series, I likely would not have experienced the same elation. I still remember going to school the day after Game 7 of the NLCS, proudly wearing a black Mets t-shirt, because even though I was sad their season was over, I loved the Mets, and was proud of them, and wanted people to know that. They’re the reason I am obsessed with the Mets and love baseball. I was six years old, and looked up to David Wright, Carlos Beltran, and Carlos Delgado. My first experience with Mets heartbreak was the first Mets team I rooted for in 2006. Yet as a Mets fan, it felt all too fitting given what the fanbase as a whole has endured up to this season, including past heartbreaks and teams falling short. For a team that produced so many highs and dramatic moments over the course of a 162 game regular season, it was an unfair ending given the journey of the season. Just 38 days later, the Mets season came to an end, as they fell to the Padres in three games in the NL Wild Card series. After beating the Dodgers 5-3 to take two out of three from the best team in baseball in a series resembling the playoffs, I walked out of Citi Field that evening ecstatic, believing and hoping anything was possible for this team. On September 1st, it seemed as if the Mets were as close as ever to being on top of the baseball world. ![]()
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