Opening Day

Suddenly the Mets fans made perfect sense to me. What we were witnessing was precisely the opposite of the kind of rooting that goes on across the river. This was the losing cheer, the gallant yell for a good try -– antimatter to the sounds of Yankee Stadium. This was a new recognition that perfection is admirable but a trifle inhuman, and that a stumbling kind of semi-success can be much more warming. Most of all, perhaps, these exultant yells for the Mets were also yells for ourselves, and came from a wry, half-understood recognition that there is more Met than Yankee in every one of us. I knew for whom that foghorn blew; it blew for me.

Roger Angell, the Summer Game.

Why can't my teams win on national TV?

It really bothers me that my teams can't shine with the national tv eye upon them. I don't have proof of this, but I could get it, I'll bet. As a NY area sports team follower in the Midwest, I have few opportunities to watch my teams on tv, but I usually end up wishing they'd stayed on MSG.