Baseball is supposed to be fun.

I’m not supposed to turn on my television set every night waiting for the other shoe to drop. Much like last September, I feel like I am watching a car wreck happen in slow motion, as if I already know the outcome. I can only imagine what it must feel like to be in that clubhouse, going through the same pressure cooker with the added expectations and weight of having to overcome the failure of last year and this year both at the same time.

I’ve realized it is time to exhale and let it all go. Its a game and I am going to enjoy it regardless of what the outcome may be. I’m going to try my best to not get so wrapped up in the collapse of last season happening all over again. If thats what this team is destined for so be it. They could just as easily right the ship and find their way over the next 12 games.

Worry and panic does nothing but give me added stress when ultimately I am sitting here watching a kids game played by millionaires. Millionaires who will go home and tuck their kids in and quite frankly move on with their lives regardless of the outcome of the next two weeks.

I’m going to learn to stop worrying and enjoy the ride for what its worth.

Unless of course they blow this thing, in which case I will then spend all winter sulking over.

Hey, Lets go Mets, right!