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Mets and Jets and other terrible four-letter words......

POSTED September 06, 2012
BY Timothy W. Gaffney
Twitter: @TimothyGaffney

TORRINGTON: A we prepare for another fall season of high school sports, take a minute and indulge me as I talk a little pro sports.
The set up for the joke is just way too easy.
I’m going to talk about my baseball (Mets) and football (Jets) teams and I start with “little pro sports”
Kind of ironic when it comes to these two beyond aggravating franchises that I’m not bright enough to run quickly away from.
I have been a fan of the four-letter word New York teams since I started rooting for team forever ago.
Maybe I like the ease of spelling, the rhyme or maybe it was just the colors.
Who knows? 
All I do know is that when you pick a team, you stick with that team no matter what.
Who’s idea was that by the way? 
It’s a horrible one but I’ve said it enough over the years to people who asked to me go to the “Dark Side” with the Yankees but that’s simply too many letters!
Let’s start with the team that at least has it’s own stadium, the Metropolitans from Queens.
They were behind the eight ball from the start with the borough they chose.
It’s just not very tough, doesn’t have that DA BRONX or BROOKLYN sound to it.
It’s “Queeeeens.”
You know “Kenny from Queens” would get his ass-kicked by “Benny in the Bronx”. 
Sounds kind of like they should be with the Royals across the pond in jolly old England.
William and Kate could set up a baseball team in “Queeeens”.
Her Royal Highness would be so pleased.
I regress though. 
Over the years, we Mets fans have gotten used to being the kid brother who nobody really wants around but the tolerate because their parents told them they had to and that tying them to a tree for months at a time may draw undo attention to the family.
We have had our moments though. 1969 was crazy, I was 11 and just started to get into everything.
Buddy Harrelson was my player. Small guy with a big arm at short. Still love his tangle -up with Pete Rose in 1973.
1986 was surreal. But in pure Mets lore, a team that should have won three or four titles, won just once and disintegrated into drugs all of sorts, arrests and just a major cluster-you know what. (yeah I know, I could say it, it’s a web-site, not the paper but the kids…….)
Since then, you could sum up what the Mets have become in one at-bat during the League Championship Series in 2006.
When Carlos Beltran had his bat crazy-glued to his shoulder and took strike three from Adam Wainwright, the die had been cast.
This team and those who run it, would simply begin a habit of watching good things around them happen.
Yeah, we had our moments with Mike Piazza and Pedro Martinez.
I saw my first playoff game when the Mets played the Dodgers in 2006 in a game that saw two runners tagged out at the plate on one play.
It marked the first time I didn’t move from my seat even once. It was that electric and environment and I didn’t want to miss anything. Still remember nursing that Pepsi slowly so I didn’t have to hit the rest room.
Since then though, we have had slides and collapses and fake mustaches (okay that was earlier but it sums us up) and Madoff who made off with any hope this team has under the current ownership.
I understand the problems this franchise face are not something that can be solved over night. But I also don’t think anything will really change as long as the Wilpon’s are in the driver seat.
Only we would build a stadium that would not only be made as a shrine to a team that left 50-years ago but was unplayable to the team that calls it home.
The situation on the other side of the GW is no better.
At least in Queens we have our own stadium, we don’t rent like the Jets do.
The Jets did make consecutive runs to the AFC Championship games two years ago only to come up short of their large mouthed coaches pre-season prediction of a Super Bowl win.
I don’t mind Rex Ryan’s antics, as long as the team wins but when you don’t have the horses, one needs to find the humble button.
The Sanchez/Tebow thing has been talked to death on television, radio and on the streets.
If I hear another press conference in which both players say how much they get along I will throw some serious salsa (the glass jars) at my radio or TV.
It is a joke. Not an unexpected piece of humor but a joke indeed. Ryan and the Jets cannot stay off the back pages of the Post or News for even a day.
Do they expect me to believe that all of a sudden against Buffalo on Sunday this monster offense is going to appear and destroy any defense that stands in their way?
No. It’s going to be a long, long, long, long, long, long, long year.
One long for every win. 7-9. That does not get it done in New York or anywhere else where true fans care.
They have no running game, one quarterback who spent more time last season on the ground looking up at the planes flying overhead thanks to a leaky offensive line and another who completes about four percent of his passes.
Okay, I like a good gimmick as much as the next guy but it can’t be the identity of the team.
Tebow-mania is simply embarrassing to the average, hard working Jet fan who gets into it with Fireman Ed and the “J-E-T-S (you know the rest) but doesn’t need to be laughed at by the rest of the league.
I sum up the Jets with the fact that we do not even have our own stadium, we share. 
Granted, I don’t mind the Giants one bit, love Eli and celebrated their Super Bowl wins with everybody else but could we get our license, find a new home and get on our own at some point? 
I know, that’s never going to happen.
I just have to stay busy with local sports so I don’t have to lose a minute of sleep worrying about the way things might have been…..Big Wheels keep on turning, Proud Mary keep on burning. Don’t know were that came from but tell ‘em Tina. 
Met’s and Jet’s. Sigh………..
  
   

TORRINGTON: A we prepare for another fall season of high school sports, take a minute and indulge me as I talk a little pro sports.

The set up for the joke is just way too easy.

I’m going to talk about my baseball (Mets) and football (Jets) teams and I start with “little pro sports”

Kind of ironic when it comes to these two beyond aggravating franchises that I’m not bright enough to run quickly away from.

I have been a fan of the four-letter word New York teams since I started rooting for team forever ago.

Maybe I like the ease of spelling, the rhyme or maybe it was just the colors.

Who knows? 

All I do know is that when you pick a team, you stick with that team no matter what.

Who’s idea was that by the way? 

It’s a horrible one but I’ve said it enough over the years to people who asked to me go to the “Dark Side” with the Yankees but that’s simply too many letters!

Let’s start with the team that at least has it’s own stadium, the Metropolitans from Queens.

They were behind the eight ball from the start with the borough they chose.

It’s just not very tough, doesn’t have that DA BRONX or BROOKLYN sound to it.

It’s “Queeeeens.”

You know “Kenny from Queens” would get his ass-kicked by “Benny in the Bronx”. 

Sounds kind of like they should be with the Royals across the pond in jolly old England.

William and Kate could set up a baseball team in “Queeeens”.Her Royal Highness would be so pleased.

I regress though. 

Over the years, we Mets fans have gotten used to being the kid brother who nobody really wants around but the tolerate because their parents told them they had to and that tying them to a tree for months at a time may draw undo attention to the family.

We have had our moments though.

1969 was crazy, I was 11 and just started to get into everything.

Buddy Harrelson was my player. Small guy with a big arm at short.

Still love his tangle -up with Pete Rose in 1973.

1986 was surreal.

But in pure Mets lore, a team that should have won three or four titles, won just once and disintegrated into drugs all of sorts, arrests and just a major cluster-you know what. (yeah I know, I could say it, it’s a web-site, not the paper but the kids…….)

Since then, you could sum up what the Mets have become in one at-bat during the League Championship Series in 2006.

When Carlos Beltran had his bat crazy-glued to his shoulder and took strike three from Adam Wainwright, the dye had been cast.

This team and those who run it, would simply begin a habit of watching good things around them happen.

Yeah, we had our moments with Mike Piazza and Pedro Martinez.

I saw my first playoff game when the Mets played the Dodgers in 2006 in a game that saw two runners tagged out at the plate on one play.

It marked the first time I didn’t move from my seat even once. It was that electric and environment and I didn’t want to miss anything.

Still remember nursing that Pepsi slowly so I didn’t have to hit the head.

Since then though, we have had slides and collapses and fake mustaches (okay that was earlier but it sums us up) and Madoff who made off with any hope this team has under the current ownership.

I understand the problems this franchise face are not something that can be solved over night.

But I also don’t think anything will really change as long as the Wilpon’s are in the driver seat.

Only we would build a stadium that would not only be made as a shrine to a team that left 50-years ago but was unplayable to the team that calls it home.

The situation on the other side of the GW is no better.

At least in Queens we have our own stadium, we don’t rent like the Jets do.

Granted the Jets did make consecutive runs to the AFC Championship games two years ago only to come up short of their large mouthed coaches pre-season prediction of a Super Bowl win.

I don’t mind Rex Ryan’s antics, as long as the team wins but when you don’t have the horses, one needs to find the humble button.

The Sanchez/Tebow thing has been talked to death on television, radio and on the streets.

If I hear another press conference in which both players say how much they get along I will throw some serious salsa (the glass jars) at my radio or TV.

It is a joke.

Not an unexpected piece of humor but a joke indeed.

Ryan and the Jets cannot stay off the back pages of the Post or News for even a day.

Do they expect me to believe that all of a sudden against Buffalo on Sunday this monster offense is going to appear and destroy any defense that stands in their way?

No. It’s going to be a long, long, long, long, long, long, long year.

One long for every win. 7-9.

That does not get it done in New York or anywhere else where true fans care.

They have no running game, one quarterback who spent more time last season on the ground looking up at the planes flying overhead thanks to a leaky offensive line and another who completes about four percent of his passes.

Okay, I like a good gimmick as much as the next guy but it can’t be the identity of the team.

Tebow-mania is simply embarrassing to the average, hard working Jet fan who gets into it with Fireman Ed and the “J-E-T-S (you know the rest) but doesn’t need to be laughed at by the rest of the league.

I sum up the Jets with the fact that we do not even have our own stadium, we share.

I don’t mind the Giants one bit, love Eli and celebrated their Super Bowl wins with everybody else but could we get our license, find a new home and get on our own at some point? 

I know, that’s never going to happen.

I just have to stay busy with local sports so I don’t have to lose a minute of sleep worrying about the way things might have been…..Big Wheels keep on turning, Proud Mary keep on burning.

Don’t know were that came from but tell ‘em Tina. 

Met’s and Jet’s. Sigh………..  

   

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