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Mr. Met, crying because he hates me.

The summer heat is done, the leaves are changing colors, the kiddies are back in school, and it’s time to whip out the sweaters and start the countdown to halloween. For most people, this is just an ordinary time of year. For most people, the countdown to Halloween is exciting enough. However… there is a large sum of people who wake up every morning and know that their slacks, shirt and tie combination will not be their final outfit of the day. Most humans wake up and turn on the today show to see Al Roker tell you what’s going on in “your neck of the woods”. Then there is that part of the population who wakes up and NEEDS to see Stuart Scott give vital information that is needed before leaving the front door. The kids can be late for school, this information must be extracted. Weather? pfffft! Rain, sleet, or shine… the only countdown that matters is the one that is taking place tonight. At a certain time we gather at either the stadium we are told to go to, or we flock to our boys’ house because there is a game to live and die with. September is here. The start of the NFL season, the climax of the MLB season, and if all else fails… the NBA is right around the corner.

The beauty of sports is how much all of life’s problems are ( for a short period of time ) put on hold. Female troubles? Let’s Go Mets! Need a new job? Let’s Go Mets! Big presentation? Let’s Go Mets! Time and time again, year after year, month after month, day after day, play after play, You feel the twists and turns of players who are either going to be labeled as horribly overpaid, or your latest mancrush. Girlfriend doesn’t understand why you paid 250.00 for that jersey JUST because it’s authentic? Her opinion is irrelevant… some weeks your gonna get a winning streak by your baseball team capped off with a late field goal with 4 seconds left on Sunday. Other weeks your going to be a New York Met and New York Jet Fan. The most important thing is whether you have the money to go to the stadium and tell the opposing team’s fans that their mascot is ridiculous ( philly fanatic? grow up) or you just stay at home, order some food and yell at your television sets… go through the ups and downs with your boys. There is nothing like it… you might even celebrate a championship one day.

R.Stone