Mets lost,I’m in the dog house. After staying up late to finish a project, I snuck upstairs to go to bed around 12:30 a.m. I heard the snores from my husband, so I knew it was safe to go in–afterall, the Mets just lost to the Cardinals and they’re now down in the series 3-2.
I hit the bed with a sigh and he suddenly woke up, took his pillows, quietly closed the door and went downstairs. I couldn’t believe it! He couldn’t stand to be near me because the freakin’ Mets lost. I was pretty angry, but decided to let it go at that moment. When I woke up at 5:15 a.m. to see him getting ready for work, I thought about saying something, but again, a cooler head prevailed.
When I made my coffee at 7 a.m., I wanted to text message him, but didn’t. Such restraint, or maybe not. For 11 years, my October schedule has been dictated by the Yankees. If they won, I stayed up late. If they lost, I often slept on the couch because I could hear him cheering quietly when they would strike out or the other team would get a run. I just hated that he hated them so much; therefore, he must be against me, right?
It’s all so dumb. The Yankees nor the Mets affect my income or help me raise my kids better. Yet, both of us let them affect our psychee. I was being a little high and mighty questioning my husband’s behavior over the Mets’ loss–I’m just as bad, if not worse.
The only thing I pride myself on this point is that I do not yell or get out of control. I’m quiet and when they lose, I go away. That’s what I did after the Yankees dropped their third game in a row to Detroit. I went to bed and brooded through my disappointment for about two weeks. I’m just starting to handle the whole thing.
Again, dumb. But, alas, I’m nursing my wounds by trying to route for the Mets. It hasn’t been easy, but it’s teaching me humility. I’ll say nothing to my husband and hope for, well, a win for the Mets. Although, if they lose, all this brooding will be closer to ending. This is no way to be a fan. Somewhere in all of this, it’s supposed to be fun. I think that might happen next April.
Mets blew it, but so did the Yanks. Phooey! Mets got creamed by the Red Sox and the Yanks got whacked by the Braves. The Yanks loss was more pitiful because the Braves stink. The Sox are real hot and arguably the best (blech, cough) team in baseball right now. When David Wright struck out with the bases loaded, my husband, the Met fan, said, "You can’t be the best if you can’t beat the best." He was disgusted. I stayed quiet. The Yanks are playing so badly, the best I hoped for was a Met win. Not tonight.
What makes this more sticky is that my brother, a Yankee fan living in Boston (ah! the horror) is married to a Red Sox fan. She’s another girl who likes baseball and let me tell ya’, she really knows her stuff. It’s kind of unfortunate because she is as bothered by Red Sox losses as I am by Yankee losses. You hate to think someone is as nuts as you, especially in your own family, but alas, it’s true. I know you must be wondering how they’re raising their kids…Red Sox, Yankees? That’s foder for another time.
One other quick note: the head blog dude said I should get my husband to start a Met blog. He doesn’t know I’m doing this. I don’t think he would be very happy if he knew, so we’ll just keep this blog amongst friends. Wink, wink.