I sat, quietly, in the dirty seat, empty bottles of beer and peanut shells at my feet. My throat was sore from shouting chants and pleas, my hands bruised from fruitless rooting. How could this have happened? As the stadium emptied out, leaving behind only rows of orange and blue paint, an painful truth sank in: This is how it ends.
Perhaps it was the Coldplay song that did it. How could they use this song?
Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh, take me back to the start The sound was terrible. Perhaps it was the scoreboard which went silent and blank immediately following the final score: Philadelphia 6 — Washington 1, removing all hope for the Mets. You see, two things had to happen in order for the Mets to be eliminated from post-season play on what was the final day of the regular season: The Mets had to lose and the Phillies had to win. Both things happened. This was, indeed, the end.
The field was bare, but for yellow-shirted guards securing the grounds, their hands crossed behind their backs, their heads held forward. Perhaps it was that. A strange feeling gently bloomed: I wonder if we're on television.
I began to cry. And then I began to laugh. And then I cried some more.
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh, take me back to the start The sound was terrible. Perhaps it was the scoreboard which went silent and blank immediately following the final score: Philadelphia 6 — Washington 1, removing all hope for the Mets. You see, two things had to happen in order for the Mets to be eliminated from post-season play on what was the final day of the regular season: The Mets had to lose and the Phillies had to win. Both things happened. This was, indeed, the end.
