- Bomb Texas for freedom -

Ok, The Mets won the subway series.  4 out of six games, today should be my day right?  I should be bubbling over in delight.

I am, I am really truly pleased.  But there is a problem.

I’m now utterly convinced I’m a Jinx for the Mets, so if they make it to the world series, I must die.

I’m serious I’m going to have to commit suicide or something, because I just want them to win the series that badly. 

It started like this, Friday I missed the first game and the mets won it 15-6.  Cool right?

It’s a double header so I caught the second game.  Mets lost 0-9.  Fuck!

Ok so I caught the game last saturday, I tuned in later but the Mets were ahead 1-0.  Ok I’m watching, the Mets were starting to lose, I had to leave for a little and then the mets started to catch up a little, awesome!  Then they lost, dammit!

I couldn’t watch the game at all today, and guess what they won 3-1, yay!  But, that’s the thing, I watch, they lose.  I watched the play offs religiously in 2006, and the Cardinals crushed them.  In 2000, well we know that story.

I’m a jinx, and I’m sorry guys, I really truly am.  I’ve always loved you, I snuck into bars to watch the games, and I refuse to wear any other cap but a Mets (although I would rock a Brooklyn Dodgers cap too [only if it has the B insignia]).  I taught the aussies your glory guys, and spread the word in Ireland! 

Miss Brit understood when she refused to let me read something bad about you guys, because I might have choked out a yank fan.

However I’m still the bum bringing you guys down.  Forgive me.  If Delgado needs to club me to death in order to win, I except it.  It would be an honor to be killed by the big man.