Road to Nowhere

Next weekend's road trip to South Florida was first conceived way back in April, when hope sprang eternal and the Mets were hovering near first place. The Southern Bureau staff of Mike's Mets (me and MetsFanSZ) had it all planned out. We'd watch the Mets pound the Marlins on Saturday night, find a place to hoist an adult beverage or three, spend a night in a cheap, easy motel room, and watch another Mets victory Sunday afternoon. A three-hour drive? To see what might be a pennant-clinching Mets win? Well worth the time, effort, and gasoline. Unfortunately, life was what happened while we were busy making other plans. Injuries, meltdowns, and loss after mind-numbing loss has us both at the point where we're pleasantly surprised when the Mets actually earn a win. We've both determined that nothing which happens on the field at Pro Player/Joe Robbie/Dolphins/Land Shark/Turkish Taffy Stadium next Saturday and Sunday will curb our enthusiasm. The beer will be cold, t...