Ex-pat NYer loving the Mutts from across the pond

For those of you who read the title of this blog and thought this would be a sappy posting about missing my dogs (or as I pronounce, daaawgs) from across the pond, you might want to stop reading. Truthfully, I don’t even have any dogs (daaawgs). No folks, this is about a hardcore NY Mets baseball fan who, after this past week’s sweep of the Subway Series (more on that later), couldn’t be missing the game of baseball and my lovable Mutts more.

56100 New York Mets Cooperstown

So who are these lovable Mutts you ask? Well really, they’re the NY Mets. Why do we call them Mutts? Well, because they suck. At least we’re affectionate about it.

I liken my fan affiliation and self-inflicted suffering to being in the worst relationship I’ve ever had (and I’ve had quite a few bad ones). The Mets keep letting you down time and time again, and yet, you keep finding yourself going back for more because you just can’t help yourself. You tell yourself that this time, things will be different! You start each season full of so much hope. ‘This will be our year!’  It’s like a rallying cry. Yet, in the back of your mind you are constantly questioning whether it will be the Mets or the Mutts that will show up again this season. You dutifully keep cheering them on, buying up tickets to home games and proudly sporting your team baseball cap around the city. We might have even won the first game or two of the season and find ourselves at the top of the leader board, which, like any diehard fan, you never waste an opportunity to tout because you know you may not have a chance to do so for the remainder of the season. And then, inevitably, the epic collapse begins. It’s a vicious cycle that just never ends.

As a long suffering Mets fan (a measly 3 championships since the team came into existence in 1962, the last being in 1986), the past couple of seasons have been particularly mutt-like. A team roster riddled with injuries, players out on the DL (disabled list), young prospects who seemed so promising in Spring training have fallen flat only a few weeks in, and what always seems to be a thorn in the Mets side every season… our pitching.

We’re not even 2 full months into the 2013 season and already Mets fans are down and out. It would seem it’s the Mutts who have yet again shown up this season. In next to last place in the National League East standings and 12 games under .500 (50% win/loss), there wasn’t much to smile about. But, as we wrap up another chilly and rainy work week in London, something Amazin’ has happened (when they are doing well, their nickname is the Amazin’ Mets). The NY Mets completed a stunning 4 game sweep in the Subway Series against our crosstown rivals, the NY Yankees (and their 27 championship rings… sigh) FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FRANCHISE HISTORY. For those of you who are not math savvy, that’s the first time in over 50 years. Not only that, but it’s the first time we’ve swept 4 games in a series from any team, not just the Yankees.

I’m busy busting out my broom here in London (get it, ‘sweep’). Let’s be honest, it might be the only time I get to do so until… well, who knows when. We’re still the mutts… still in next to last place but now just 7 games under .500 instead of 12. But dare I say we’re now mutts with a bit of swagger? I predict we’re still in for another season of misery, but the long suffering die hard Mets fans have earned their bragging rights this week.

The Mets own New York… at least for the last week in May.

So cheers to that.

– Heather Verra

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