It happened. It finally happened. The Mets are back on top of the NL East and going to the playoffs. It's hard to believe and feels very strange to type on a keyboard. And yet, it's been nine years since it last happened. Nine. That's a long time. So much so, that in the seconds before this group of players and coaches began celebrating being the NL Eastern Division Champions, the previous eight seasons flashed before my eyes.
I saw Willie Randolph, Jerry Manuel and Omar Minaya being fired. I saw Oliver Perez and Mike Pelfrey. I saw headlines from countless rumors, failed ideas, medical reports and financial news. I saw Endy Chavez's catch. I saw Tony Bernazard, Colin Cowgill, Brad Eamus and a thousand other names I shouldn't remember. I saw two seasons and a beloved stadium collapse in to a rubble.
And then I saw the 31,000 posts I've made since October 19, 2006, when Adam Wainwright's curveball started a downward spiral for the baseball team I love. And yet, some how, right now, watching grown men jump around like kids, watching David Wright and all he's been through spraying champagne, seeing these guys smile and laugh in relief, listening to fans be happy together all at the same time, it all seems worth it. The whole thing, all the drama, all the chaos, all the arguing and anger and frustration during the last nine years, it is all fading away like street signs in a review mirror. The future is now...