Yes it was my fault. I turned on the radio while driving, worrying that the Mets might lose their second in a row after their opening day win behind the Big Guy. Beltran hit a home run at the Marlins’ stadium, above the yellow line. The announcer sounded very glad and sure it was a home run, but he said that Beltran remained at second base. They announced the score 6-0 but I began to worry; why is Beltran staying at second? Sure enough the umps reversed their decision, taking the home run away, making it 5-0. I turned the radio off for a little while to calm my nerves and watch the road. What was that Socratic admonishment? Umpire, kill thyself? Why do these things always happen to my team? Worry worry worry. Then just over a half hour later I turned on the radio and the Mets were finishing off a 13-0 victory over the Marlins and even Church had a home run blast. They had scored more runs in those 30 or so minutes than they had in the entire game, with five runs in the sixth and one in the seventh. I guess my thought waves were affecting them in a reverse way. Gotta fix that!
Talk about intangible stats! If I had the research grant I could publish a study on the number of Mets runs per hour scored while I was listending cheering, versus the number of mets runs per hour scored while I was pouting with the radio turned off. it would be a fascinating study for sure. Back in 2006, I felt that my cheering stats were clearly in the plus category, maybe two to one, but at the end of 2007, I had an off month, as many did I’m sure.
I failed to listen to many games during spring training, and now my cheering muscles are obviously rusty. I need to listen and cheer some local softball games and get back in shape in a venue that will not have major socio-economic impact on the baseball wretches who wander the streets of Queens and Brooklyn. Then I will return to my post next to my faithful Mets radio and then some day, when I feel buff and in shape, I will return to section 123 at Shea and do my incomparable magic, first evident during my Harry Potter like childhood in baseball, complete with a lightning bolt scar on my forehead that only appeared during Senators games when i was really concentrating for the Orioles batters to miss.
This weekend I was in Washington DC, practicing my cheering in advance on the Nationals, and tho I had to leave before the opening day pitch, I see that my Hogwarts Special Long Term Cheering Spell did the trick! I promise I will get my Lets Go Mets Goblet of Good Fortune reloaded by the end of the weekend.