For the first time in public, I will now reveal my theme song for the 2006 Mets. I’ve been using it in my head since Saturday but have hesitated to mention it here because of loads of bad precedent where me and adopted Mets theme songs are concerned.
But bad precedent has left the building. Just like the Phillies’ chances of overtaking us, just like the Braves’ divisional streak, just like any doubt I had that the New York Mets are on their way to greater and greater things.
From the summer of 2003 — though far more appropriate to the baseball summer of 2006 — I give you t.A.T.u.
Not gonna get us
They’re not gonna get us
Not gonna get us
Starting from here, let’s make a promise
You and me, let’s just be honest
We are gonna run, nothing can stop us
Even the night, that falls all around us
Soon there’ll be laughter and voices
Beyond the clouds over the mountains
We’ll run away on roads that are empty
Lights from the airfield shining upon you
Nothing can stop this, not now I love you
They’re not gonna get us
They’re not gonna get us
Nothing can stop this, not now I love you
They’re not gonna get us
They’re not gonna get us
They’re not gonna get us
They are not gonna get us
We’ll run away, keep everything simple
Night will come down, our guardian angel
We rush ahead, the crossroads are empty
Our spirits rise they’re not gonna get us
My love for you, always forever
Just you and me, all else is nothing
Not going back, not going back there
They don’t understand
They don’t understand us
Not gonna get us
Not gonna get us
Nothing can stop us, not now I love you
They’re not gonna get us
They are not gonna get us
Nothing can stop this, not now I love you
They’re not gonna get us
They’re not gonna get us
They’re not gonna get us
They’re not gonna get us
This won't make me disassociate these lyrics with the two shrieking, are-they-or-aren't-they teenage lesbians who made them moderately famous, but it helps.
I hesitate to say it, I really do, but after a 9-1 road trip, and things being thrown in the face of Baseball Gods everywhere, here's some food for thought:
Magic Number: 88.
I would pay money to hear Kiss cover that. Well, not really. But it would be something.
I've been calculating magic numbers in my head for about a week now, since the blowout in Arizona on Sunday. You are far braver than me in putting it down on paper though, even digital paper.
The only are-they-or-aren't-they? in which I'm interested regards the rest of the National League East and their state of demise. And they are definitely in one, all of them. We've seen the Phillies, we've seen the Braves, we've seen the Nationals. We've seen them all take their runs at getting close to us and we've seen them all fall woefully short.
They're not gonna get us.
Plenty of time for magic numbers. I'll settle for 8 (straight wins, all road), 10 (lead in loss column) and 25-1/2 (hours until the next time we play).
Whole lottta spittin in the eye of the baseball gods around here.
Gotta say, I like it.