Ugly, crap the bed night as the other team jeers your pitcher little league style. Check.

Roster moves and your team responding to the perceived insult. Check

Hielman lets a winnable game get out of hand. Check.

The offense disappears during a brilliant pitching performance. Check.

Have you ever been deeply asleep enjoying a great dream and get awakened suddenly. You’re not fully awake and you try to go back to sleep and finish your dream but it it’s never as good as the original dream. You finally wake up to reality which isn’t as good as the original dream or the lesser one.

2006 was the dream, 2007 was the lesser comparison and 2008 is reality. The Mets are a .500 ball club, at least for right now. They’re one winning streak away from the division lead and one losing streak from falling out of contention. That is what we’re used to as Mets fans; a team on the lip of the cup and a summer of hoping they find a rhythm. The rhythm isn’t there more often than not.

The most difficult thing about this 2008 season is that there should be enough talent here to dominate the division. Granted, a bullpen that gives away three or four runs seemingly every night isn’t contusive to a winning inclination. The Mets kick off inter-league play this weekend against the hated Yankees. If the remarks from last year claiming boredom and complacency from the confidence in knowing they can turn it on when it matters, I say, show us this weekend.

And to Willie: STOP USING HIELMAN IN KEY SITUATIONS OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL FLY TO NEW YORK AND PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE!

Now I feel better.

And by the way
I recently discovered Mets Police. It’s a great blog, if you haven’t be sure to check it out.