LeiterWagnerFasterStrongr wrote: And if this is the last sequence of steps, well, walk hard. Your "Ah, well, they're just better" rock-kicking is not needed here. We are in want of yelling, constant and true. Your throats are needed here. Your rage-against-the-strike-zone is needed here. Your joy in every single; your fist-pump at every "meaningless" nice Wilmer play; your stupid-enthusiastic, who-the-fuck-is-that-guy-clapping-at-ONE-hit clapping. Take a cue from Cubs fans in Game 4-- hell, from the Royals themselves in Game 1-- dust yourselves off and keep going. Because it's baseball, and we're Met fans, and that's what we do. Don't get "pumped," or rather, don't focus on pumped. Pumped dissipates. Pumped flags and sometimes curdles. Instead, just stay. Stay loyal. Stay engaged. Stay loud. Dance. We're gonna dance tonight, and tomorrow, and for as long as there's music, we're gonna keep dancing. Not interested? Not as interested as you used to be? Well, nice having you around-- the door to the parking lot is that way. Those of us who are here are here. We're present. We're gonna dance, and we're gonna dance a lot. LET'S. GO. METS. Look, make no mistake of it. I will be there for every second of it. My throat will be hoarse at the end of the night. I will rage. I will cheer. And no matter what happens tonight, I won't be able to sleep for hours after the game. I just don't think they're going to win. Not after what I've seen. I wish I did. I really wish I did. I don't know how to change that.