By Jim Stanford on October 1, 2007
Some will win. Some will lose. Some were born to sing the blues.
These scraps of paper will be sports memorabilia some day, like when I’m old and crotchety and pull them from a shoebox and recall the September the Mets stunk as badly as Flushing Bay at low tide.
At least the last two weeks of aggravation are over.
For Met fans, these unused tickets will be a badge of honor, yet another reminder how the bitterness of failure only sweetens the nectar of victory. That’s what separates us from Cowboy fans, Laker fans and — most of all — Yankee fans.
Until next year, what else is a lover of lovable losers to do but jump on the Cubs bandwagon? Go Rockies!
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