This is a guest piece from Scott Rogowsky. Rogowsky is a comedian and the former host of HQ Trivia. He’s a lifelong fan of the New York Mets.
You can follow him on X at @ScottRogowsky The Mets lost, and it’s my fault. They didn’t lose Game 6 of the National League Championship Series on Sunday night because starting pitcher Sean Manaea gave up five earned runs in the first two innings. They didn’t lose because the bullpen gave up five more runs across the remaining six frames.
They didn’t lose because their offense left 13 men on base and went 2-for-9 with runners in scoring position. They didn’t lose because the Dodgers were simply “too good.” The Mets lost Game 6 because I bought tickets for Game 7.
To my fellow fans: I’m sorry. I let Grimace get ahold of me. I couldn’t take Candelita off repeat.
I got lost in the Big Mozz sauce and convinced myself this team would keep “Weinning more for Seymour.” So when the Amazin’s, with backs against the Hyundai-sponsored wall and elimination on the 7 line, amazed me once again on Friday night with that 12-6 thumper at Citi Field, I jumped on StubHub and snagged a pair of Dodger Stadium upper deckers for what I believed would be the sure thing. The comeback of all comebacks for a magical Mets team that had kept coming back and coming back and coming back and coming back.
.. But buying those tickets was a Shea Bridge too far.
In my sinful optimism, I ignored the cardinal rule of Flushing fandom: DO NOT. EXPECT. .
