My young children – I mean, the Cubs – have lost. I have every reason to be sad, but I find that I’m not.
This is a team that looks and acts nothing like the team that lost 90 games last year. This is a team that had faith, had some swagger at times. A team that was an actual team, even with all the rookies and young guys. This is a team who had fun and made baseball fun again. This is a group of guys that I can believe in, for the first time in a very long time. I can’t be sad about that.
While not as historically downtrodden and forever cast as losers like the Cubs are, the Mets have had their fair share of being woebegone themselves. For years, they’ve been the laughingstock of the NL East. The Wilpons turned this proud franchise, the team that introduced us to one of the greatest pitchers of all time, Tom Seaver, into a league wide joke. But slowly, quietly, this Mets team started to rebuild. Keeping their heart and soul – David Wright – they began to strengthen their pitching staff into an unmovable, unstoppable force. They stayed the course, building a team that worked for them, worked with what they needed, building and building until they only needed one little piece to turn into a beautiful machine. That last little puzzle piece was Yoenis Cespedes, who set everything in motion.
What’s funny, though, is that for the Mets, it hasn’t been the big names that have been getting the job done. The NLCS MVP was none other than Daniel Murphy, a man whose own father didn’t think he’d ever reach the big leagues. Murph is the first player in postseason history to hit a home run in six consecutive games. What an amazing feat that is, and the World Series is yet to come.
Congrats to the National League Champions, the New York Mets. Good luck.