I can't help but feel horrible today for the New York Mets, a team I once hated but have since made my peace with.
After a historic collapse, something to which Yankees fans can certainly relate, there's nothing left today but the cold void of unfulfilled promises and an empty off-season schedule.
For Willie Randolph, for Jose Reyes, for El Duque, fuck it - even for Pedro, I'm truly sorry. I hate to see you go out like that. And to Mets fans everywhere, better luck next year. The Yankees' and Mets' seasons ran on reverse tracks this year, and it easily could have been us left on the outside looking in.
Pretty happy to see smug Tom Glavine get a comeuppance, though. Can't lie.