Game 136 - Mets
Marlins 4, Mets 3
1st Place in NL East by 1 measly game over PHL
I'll watch whatever minutes are left in The Shawshank Redemption just about every time I come across it on some cable station. (And TBS airs it with every bit of the regularity that MTV shows some crap reality program.) Same goes for Bull Durham, Butch Cassidy, and, of course, Dumb & Dumber.
I've watched repeats of every episode from the first season of Cheers over and over and over and over again. And I'll continue to do so, presumably for all my days. (The snipe hunt one is impeccable.)
I'll stay tuned through any footage from the 1986 New York Mets that pops on my screen -- without any drop-off in enthusiasm for it. Still gets me fired up.
I'll throw on and hunker down for Stop Making Sense, the "Sabotage" video, Live By the Bay, and pretty much anything Joe Strummer was even loosely affiliated with -- it's the same stuff every time, but you can notice something new with each viewing, and it just holds up through repeated screenings.
But I cannot, simply can . . . not . . . sit through yet another of these formulaic, tired, played out Met games. Score early, then not. Maintain a lead, then not. Have the game in hand, then not.
Optimistic about the Mets chances.