The Mets did the right thing, calling tonight’s game in advance of the forecast deluge [1]. And a Mets game postponed (to Thursday night) in this September is tantamount to a good deed.
Yet I find myself sad that the miserable Mets won’t be playing another miserable game that they were probably going to lose and will probably lose when they get around to making it up. No Mets baseball is a condition that will commence to exist on a going basis come the last out of October 3. It’s hard enough to get used to there not being miserable Mets games when there aren’t supposed to be. When the ones that are scheduled, no matter how miserable, are washed away, and you face a bleak Tuesday night when it’s likely going to rain everything but baseballs, and the miserable Mets won’t be on in the the background of your evening to distract you from everything else on your mind or, maybe for a pitch or two, in the foreground of your attention to sustain you as they’ve sustained you when they haven’t been so miserable…
Let’s just say I find myself sad.