I said to my bros, right after we lost Tejada, that either Murphy or Flores would do something either miraculous with their gloves, or something horribly awful. Possibly both. Flores held his own. But Muffy... After that run of out of this world hitting in the postseason, this is so sad. If I was Flores I would cry. But I'm not and that's baseball. But it wasn't just Muffy. A number of things lead to this depressing moment. Look at the hitting tonight! Shit happened, mistakes were made, we sucked. And those Royals, they were a fuckin' pain in the ass. Still, what a great season. I'm always bummed out when the Mets season ends, which usually would be a month ago. And I also get bummed when the series is over (no matter who's in it) and there's no more baseball. So for that reason I'm doubly bummed. But we had some great moments. Some great moments to take away. The Captain's homer was just perfect. Conforto, our Super-Rook, hit two dingers, one a colossal blast. IN A WORLD SERIES GAME! Thors mighty hammer. What Harvey did tonight. And more. Right now this sucks, but this was awesome. We were in the World Series. This team could go on a run the next few years. Should go on a run. Just needs some tinkering. This is a good time to be a lifelong Mets fan.