There I was sitting in the Pepsi Porch Saturday night, minding my own business, watching the Mets play a fairly crisp game against the Phillies at Citi, when I felt it. The hair standing up on the back of my neck. The urge to look up. And there it was. The DirecTV blimp spoke to me. "Change my life?" I said as other paying customers moved a few seats further away from me. "How can I change my life, oh DirecTV blimp?" Its response was simple, yet eloquent. And then the Mets melted down in the late innings for what seemed like the millionth time, and I absorbed the silent wisdom of the blimp. I cannot care too much, not this year, with a damaged team and damaged ownership. I'll be back later (I always am), but this team's just a little too painful right now.