Baseball is, in many ways, like nature. It has limits on its tolerances for extremes, and tries its best to preserve karmic equilibrium (it's failed dramatically with the Yankees). For those of you crying over the Mets' disasterous collapse this month, don't blame the team, don't blame the Phillies, don't blame the baseball gods... blame your dads and grandfathers who got such a kick out of the 1969 Mets' takeover of the Cubs, coming from 9 games down on Aug. 16th to take the NL East by 8 games. Your father's joy at that improbable comeback sowed the seeds for your disappointment this year.So, I suggest you make dad or grandpa tell you the story of the 1969 Miracle Mets each night as your bedtime story, until opening day 2008. That would be his penance, and would keep your hope alive through the winter.
-A Cubs' Fan
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