What to write?.. That is the questione’… As I sit here, in late October and watch a very memorable World Series, I can’t help but imagine how cool it’d be if the Mets were in it. I can see it now. David Wright playing the David Ortiz role, hitting .750. Game 6 being the hottest ticket in Mets history. And hey look over there, it’s Cowbell man saying he needs me to get the crowd pumped up. Ok Cowbell man, l can do it. Whats that? This isn’t real and I should just run blindly into the next paragraph without a segue.

I’ve never gotten to truly enjoy a Mets World Series. In ’86 I was 3 and in 2000 I was a senior in high school and lets just say I was a little preoccupied with other things (like being a punk and general horrible person, apologies to Laura Nealon. More on my horribleness in columns to come) In ’06 I was all in, was at Shea for Endy’s catch in game 7, but it wasn’t meant to be. Now, if this group of young Mets, plus whatever reinforcements Sandy Alderson brings in, can get to a World Series. What a wonderful world it would be. Now I don’t claim to be an A student. Sorry, got side-tracked there, just watched Animal House. So, where was I… Right, so I’m not an A student. Whoops, need to go back further. Oh yeah, the Mets and the World Series. Now that’s a combo that does not deserve to be put on double secret probation.