It is out in the open and has gone beyond private chocolate eating. I am now out and about talking and seriously lamenting about the Mets with friends, on dates, even at work.
Some have told me, "Chill, it's just May." Well, I am not sure I can chill. I am not sure I can keep my cool as our lead in the NL East has dwindled to just two games, with the Phillies just 2 behind that. What's so chill about slowly and painfully watching your grip on first place slip away? My knuckles are white from holding on so tight.
Maybe that's the problem. I am trying too hard. And the Mets are not trying hard enough. Sorry I am not full of wisdom. My head is clouded by stress and I am just focused on hanging on.
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