I don’t consider myself an optimist nor a pessimist. I’m a realist. If something doesn’t seem within the realm of possibility, that’s because it’s not.
But here I am, on Opening Day, hoping. Hoping for what, though?
The Mets may have a snowball’s chance in hell of doing anything worthwhile this season, but I’m excited. Maybe I’m just excited for baseball, real, competitive baseball. Maybe I’m excited for Gary, Keith and Ron. Maybe I’m just excited to yell and scream at my television on a nightly basis.
Whatever it is, I’m pumped. I already laid out my Francisco Rodriguez jersey that I will be wearing today and I’m home in New Jersey so I can watch the game in HD (it’s the second best thing to watching it in person).
Here we are, with what is likely 162 Mets games ahead of us, and I am excited.
Here’s to baseball. Here’s to the Mets. Let it be a wild ride.