This is it, friends. After a summer of discontent, the annual “big series” has arrived, letting us know once again that it’s time…
Time to man up and put that sad first half behind us.
Time to forget that this team was ever in turmoil, and start focusing on building a lead instead of chasing one.
Time to forget about the loss of players, managers, coaches and pride, and start realizing that cream rises, especially in the weak cup of coffee known as the NL East.
Time to defend our sad, old, beat up house — because despite its crumbling exterior, it’s still our damn house.
Time to make Philly realize that trading for a 5-12 Oakland castoff speaks muthaluvvin’ volumes about the state of their rotation.
Time for David Wright and Jose Reyes to take the reins as this team’s leaders, leaving the “oh golly” babyface routines behind, and showing us what real MVPs look like.
Time for Oliver Perez and Mike Pelfrey to turn recent success into big game reliability.
Time for Johan Santana to stop worrying about the runs he isn’t getting, and start controlling the runs he’s giving away.
Time for Jerry Manuel to drill his spiked boot a little deeper into the collective **** of this team — motivating, encouraging and driving home all the things his predecessor couldn’t.
Time for the Mets to start believing that they really are this good.
What happens if the Mets get beat? Mathematically, not much. At worst, three games back, living to fight another day. Emotionally? Another story altogether. Losing this series at home would give the Phillies footing to claim that they are, beyond the shadow of a doubt, the class of the NL East. Ryan Howard’s pile of strikeouts won’t matter. Neither will Jimmy Rollins’ strange power outage. All that will matter is that the Phillies came into our place of business and took over.
If the Mets win the series, then the league becomes a whole hell of a lot more interesting, doesn’t it? It makes it clear that despite our continued glaring faults, we will not go quietly. And it tells the rest of the division knows that the pushover club we knew from April to June is done bending over for lesser teams. In short…
…Time to make sure the league knows we’re back in first place where we belong.
The Mets’ real season starts tonight. And we’re ready to dance.