All year long the Mets said they had the talent to make it all the way, yet played with no heart down the stretch. This finally led to their demise this afternoon at Shea. It just goes to show that you can have all the talent in the world, and still not even make the playoffs.

I believed, I really did, that they could pull off a miracle, or at least prevent a collapse from happening.  But I was proven wrong. I'm shocked and disappointed in this team, and am left somewhat speechless.  They didn't deserve the playoffs this year, which makes it a little easier to swallow than last year's loss to St. Louis. But it still feels like I'm swallowing nails.

No more mottoes, good luck charms, or promotions. 161 games down, one more to go and the Mets share a first place lead with the Philthys. This one is for all the marbles, and just goes to show why every game is important.

The Mets have somewhat earned their right to play for the division today. I say somewhat, because they blew a seven game lead with two weeks to go, and a Philly win would cause a tiebreaker game in Philly. Ugh. I thought it wouldn't happen, but it did. Such is baseball, where anything and everything usually does happen.

Instead of lamenting about it, I'm heading to Shea to support our "fighter" while he prepares himself for the 12th round of the bloody boxing match which has been the 2007 season.  It has surely been a wild ride, one that this blogger wishes had been much smoother, but here is where we stand. One game from win, lose, or draw. All they can do is put a W on the board and hope the baseball gods are smiling down upon them.

It looks as if tickets are sold out everywhere which I'm very happy to see. Meet your friends at the bar or their house, gather around your tv sets, or head on out to Shea, and let our gladiators in orange and blue know that we are behind them.

Let's Go Mets!