The beginning of the End.

Yesterday I stumbled on a website. It said a couple of sentences that the page designer felt described fans of baseball teams. The Mets' fans description is ""You really hate the Yankees. But obviously not as much as you hate yourself." Few truer words have ever been written.

I've been a Met fan since the womb. I will be a Met fan until I die. With that comes knowing each and every season will come with highs and lows. This year, there will be many, many more lows than highs. Like right now.

David Wright fractured his pinky sliding head first. First rule of thumb you learn in little league: never slide head first, as it increases your chances of fracture and/or concussion. The Mets learned that previously with Jose Reyes. APPARENTLY David Wright missed learning both of those, despite having done little league and playing on the same team as Reyes for his entire career, excluding the first 4 games of this season.

Those 4 games, the Mets won.
The next 2, played without Wright who has an injuring pinky, they lost.
What happens when a team loses 1/3 of their power? They score 1/3 the amount of runs. Prior to Wright's departure, the Mets scored 16 runs in 4 games, or an average of 4 per game. Since Wright's departure, the Mets scored 2 runs in 2 games, or an average of 1 run per game. APPARENTLY, without Wright, the Mets score 1/4 as often.
Since Wright does not produce 3/4 of the runs for the team, this shows how much morale he brought to the table.
Ideally, the Mets will suck it up and all be okay.
Ideally, I would have won the mega millions lottery.