Day 111: Finally. Some Good News.

We were already buckled up for a long Winter. We knew it wouldn’t be easy, but the prospect of Spring felt like a light at the end of the tunnel. And of course, we got some encouragement from the events that occurred in November. It was a good sign, something to keep our spirits up in the darkness. There’d be a new man in charge. After 4 disappointing years, we’re in for a big change. Things will be different…eventually. Rome wasn’t built in a month, all that other crap. It’s progress at least. A better future is awaiting us, we just have to put our infinite faith into the new leader.

Of course there were some naysayers. People saying that he’s not right for the job. Mumbles about his prior transgressions. But in reality, most of those transgressions are unfounded and were years and years ago. Surely he is a changed man that has the best intentions. And plus, it’s the job he always wanted. It wasn’t some nut flex for credibility. It’s clear that he’s very passionate about the job and wants to be a proponent of great change. After all, he was the best person going after the position. And the last thing we need is more time under the current inept and terrifying regime. So in November, we got what we wanted. We got what we needed.

But there was still an itch in the back of my head. What if it all still falls apart? What if bad luck befalls him? What if he doesn’t get any support from his contingents? Or if he puts the wrong people in charge in the first place? We would remain the laughing stock of the world. In unprecedented times like these, the image needs to be changed. The script needs to be flipped. We need to look strong again, something that hasn’t happened since before 9/11. But we’re powerless to do anything about it. We just need to sit back and hope that he knows what he’s doing.

Today, our faith was affirmed. The events of November are about to pay dividends. Around the city, people rejoiced. Meanwhile, in the Bronx, some assholes cried. A bunch of sore losers. As I held my phone, reading the news, my body quaked. Rachel demanded to know what was going on, but I couldn’t speak. I was just so overwhelmed. Finally. Some good news. I put my phone down and took Rachel’s hands in mine.

Rachel…

Yes?

I don’t…uhh…know how to say this…

Just say it…

…

…

It’s not official yet…but…The Mets…

Spit it out!

Got Carlos Carrasco…and….Francisco Lindor…

Tears welled up in my eyes. As did hers. I kissed her like I hadn’t in ages. Maybe it’s true. Maybe next season will be different. God bless you, Steve Cohen. You got your blockbuster and made out like a bandit.

Is it Spring Training yet?

– TeeCoZee