Matthew Cerrone, Lead Writer
I talked to lots of fans at Citi Field yesterday. I heard a lot of passion, a lot of emotion and A LOT of competitive fire. However, not a single fan mentioned the Marlins, Phillies, Nationals or Braves. I never heard the Yankees or Cardinals mentioned once.
Instead, I heard only complaints and fear about the Wilpons and Sandy Alderson, their beat reporters, payroll, players, ballpark and, mostly, different groups of fans. It’s a weird and expanding dynamic that isn’t a lot of fun to experience in person. I think it is what makes Darren Meenan’s The 7 Line outings so intoxicating, because his “army” of fans are focused on having fun at the game while cheering for their team to win.
While I’m patient to a point, I really don’t like to watch the Mets lose. I, as most fans should, care about winning against the other team. And, of late, whether in person at the ballpark, on Twitter or in this site’s or other site’s comment sections, it seems more like each day is consumed with yet another internal squabble between Mets fans.
On the first day of a 162-game season, when most organizations and fans wake up feeling like anything is possible, the Mets community (from top to bottom) was sounding to me like an old married couple, already at their wit’s end with one another.
I can handle the bickering with the organization. I can handle the slap-fighting between fan and reporter, because it’s kind of entertaining. But, I’m tired of fans belly-aching about other fans, arguing about who is a bigger ‘die hard,’ or who has the better plan for success, and often accusing one another of being complicit in the team’s recent failure.
I’m not about to start a drum circle or break out in “Kumbaya,” but I do find the in-fighting to be tedious and demoralizing. So, forgive me if I stop responding to criticism directed at ‘fans like me,’ as one person wrote in an e-mail to me this morning. Instead, at least for one week, I’d like to stick my head in the sand, and still imagine anything is possible, while directing my wrath and acrimony toward the other 14 teams (and fans) competing for October.