Oh mah gaw

The Mets are going to the World Series. The Mets are going to the World Series. The freaking Mets are going to the freaking World Series.

If anybody needs me, I’ll just be somewhere in Sharjah, quietly freaking out.

My Mets mojo is still in effect

I got to attend two Mets games when I was home for the summer, but if I’d had an endless amount of time and money, I definitely would have gone to more. I was happy that I got to take the kids to see a game. Satanski had a good time, as usual, but it was Pork Chop’s first baseball game, and I was please to see how much she enjoyed herself. Perhaps unsurprisingly, she had a great time at the game, especially when it came to helping me heckle various players, calls, officials, and the like. Only the littlest one was actually wearing Mets garb, as mine was in the laundry (oops) and Satan had outgrown his (in fact, she’s wearing his Reyes jersey from seven years ago).

So, for various reasons, I was bummed to leave the same time zone as my favorite baseball team. Not that I’ve ever had the most stable sleep patterns anyway, but having most games start at 3 AM my time puts a strain on feeling like a good fan. I’m super excited that the Mets are somehow still as good now as they were when they went on that 11 game win streak in April. Of course, there were a few missteps that reminded me that they’re still the Mets, but on the whole, I’m really stoked about what they’re doing these days. Usually Mets fans have to abandon all postseason hopes by like July (at the latest), so the fact that the Mets are still in first place IN SEPTEMBER is huge!

And it’s all because I live 6,000 miles away. Mets fans, should you want to express your appreciation, I accept appreciation in the form of Amazon gift cards, PayPal, and worsted weight yarn.