Mets Fans as Masochists Part 2

The other night, hubby and I managed to sneak out to the movies (thanks to our girl watching the boy). Halfway through, my phone rings. It's a client in crisis. I spent some time talking to her before advising her to go to the ER. Never an easy thing to recommend; the psych ERs in our area are less than stellar. In this case, there was no choice. So, upset and worried, I got into the car with hubby for the ride home. He puts on the radio (which is usually tuned to sports station WFAN) and we proceed to hear all about the Mets' tough loss earlier that night. My mood went from upset and worried to positively black. Any sane person would've turned off the radio at this point, right? Forget all about it, get on with life. We're Mets fans, though, and sane does not apply. We had to listen to all that went wrong during the game, analyze what Jerry did wrong, moan about the lack of clutch hitting (same old story). We allowed ourselves to wallow in the torture of the Mets season thus far, which is basically the same as seasons past - the talent is there, but is not performing up to expectations.

Why do we do this to ourselves? Because we are Mets fans, that's why. It's what we do. Arrugghhh...
Till next time!