It can be difficult being a sports fan. I know how that sounds but just hear me out. As posted last week, there were a lot of things going on. Friday night the Mets were trying to win 2 in a row to keep the pace in the playoff race with the Brewers and maybe put some pressure on the Phils fot the NL east. I almost knew they would blow it, anyone who has seen anything about this team knows they lack that huge red organ in everyone else's chest. Anyway..... I had to watch, like a train wreck, or a roller coaster crash, ha. Also going on is the Uconn football game. For some reason they love to play on Friday nights.
Not that I have much of one, but this kills my social life. I end up staying home watching the Mets do what they do, blow it, and then an entertaining and ultimately satisfying Uconn Football Huskies win to stay undefeated. It wasn't easy and they lost senior quarterback Ty Lorenzen to a broken foot but I was pretty into the game, screaming about penalties with my girl looking at me like (really?). 2 beers later I'm sleeping, but after I set my alarm for 7:30 on a Saturday. Why? A friend is in town and wants to go to the only pub in the area that shows English Premier soccer live. Just picture being at a dark pub at 8am with your first pint in front of you, 20 dudes around you silent, in intense concentration on a games going on half way across the world (I'll get into that later). Skipped breakfast and drank instead. At some point we left only to go back to my boy's house and watch some college football until I pull myself together and go to work.
I make it through my 4-12 shift in a blur, the Mets throwing Santana on 3 days rest in desperation, amazing though, that guy must wonder how he ended up with a bunch so heartless, he doesn't deserve it. Then watching more sports, most of which I deleted from my memory, need to clear space for the next day, Man City at 11am, Mets fight for their playoff lives, needing a win at 1pm, Redskins vs. Cowboys at 4 (this is clearly most important on the agenda to me). Not to mention, following fantasy stats and oh yeah, the whole country is financial crisis, reminds me, I missed the debate, hmmm.
Anyway, up at 10:30 so there is time to make coffee and watch the start of the Man City game at 11. Smooth right? Nope. Man City looks terrible, gets a terrible call against them resulting in a 2-1 deficit that they can't recover from and lose. Robinho, who cost more than the entire Wigan team he was shut down by, looked slow and out of his element. It doesn't help that he took a mid-week trip home to Brazil. I was not happy, just in time to turn on the Mets. I can't even describe what happened with them, I'm sure you know, every news organization in the country had something to say, so I will just skip that, but just know, at this point I am questioning why I watch or pull for a team at all, why care? DO they? Didn't look like it the last 3 weeks.
Just as I'm about to implode the Redskins game is starting on National TV. It is 0-0 and I am back, hopeful and screaming at every call and Skin's first down. The Skins look great in the first half, annoying TO, stopping the Barberian (Marion Barber) and looking sharp on Offense. The second proves to be much closer, but I never get the feeling you get watching the Mets after the 7th inning in a game they need, reminds me of some ungodly stomach illness. They play tough, sustain having 2 touchdowns called back on questionable calls, pick off Romo and get lucky an onside kick carums out of bounds and win in Dallas. This is huge and I'm back being a fan, denouncing baseball season and calling every Cowboys fan I can, anticipating TO's waterworks.(which immediately followed the game)
The weekend is finally over and I can breathe, almost, Monday Night Football..........Gotta watch, I have the Steelers D and Derek Mason on my fantasy team...............
P.S. Did I mention Notre Dame won? Oh yeah, I am Irish fan since Lou Holtz was sane. I don't tell a lot of people that now, they beat Purdue though and Charlie didn't get hurt or miss any meals. Yes!
