Ok, we’ve lost two games a row - two of which have been against the Nationals.  In one of those games, we were shutout by Odalis Perez.  ‘Nuff said.   

So it is with much vigor that I can announce that I will be wearing my lucky Mets tube socks tomorrow.  My lucky Mets tube socks have the Mets logo imprinted on them, in addition to having a blue heel and orange sole.  People tend to ask me, “If they are so lucky, why don’t you do the Mets a favor and wear them everyday?”

Well the answer to that is three fold:

1. The more I wear the tube socks the less lucky they become, the longer that they remain dormant luck stores up and they become more effective. 
2. I do not choose when to wear the lucky tube socks, the lucky tube socks choose when to wear me. 
3. General societal rules dictate that I should wash my footwear every once in a while in order to prevent serious odor issues.

The good news it that the tube socks are 2-0 this year, and they haven’t been worn since May 17th against the Yankees when the Mets won 7-4 and won again the next day.  The other time they have donned my size 11 foot was on April 15th against the Braves, which resulted in a five game winning streak. 

But, allow me to clarify something.  I have no control over the tube socks.  The tube socks contain the mystical power and the ability to give the Mets a win.  The tube socks choose when they wear me, not vice-versa.  I am merely the prophet that has been blessed (and cursed?) with the responsibility to bear the weight of such a powerful device.  I am just a tool of the magic - a grunt of the larger picture. 

While I definitely do not believe in any cockamamie magic number jinxes and witchcraft of the sort, the lucky Mets tube socks are the messianic provider of our success, given to us on a faithful day by the committee of baseball gods that includes Dizzy Dean and Willie Mays.