What It Was Like Being A New York Mets Fan In 2015

    According to one fan's Twitter account — my own.

    We had our usual high hopes before the season...

    But our young — yet inexperienced — pitching staff gave us reason to dream.

    Then Zach Wheeler's elbow exploded...

    The front office covered it up...

    And all of our pre-season optimism vanished.

    The sarcasm was in full force for Opening Day.

    And so was the frustration with Cuddy.

    Then we surprised the "Best Team In Baseball" to start the season.

    And Matt Harvey made his triumphant return to the mound after 18 months.

    But we started to see the limitations of the lineup.

    Chase Utley hit a HR in the first inning of Harvey's return to CitiField, foreshadowing future asshole behavior.

    Then I cut hundreds of kids on line at the Mr. Met Dash so I could go on the field.

    Then we miraculously went on an 11-game win streak.

    I continued to obsess over the Mets on the other side of the world.

    Then the Mets had the worst fan giveaway in sports history.

    And the injuries continued to pile up...

    And pile up.

    And all the good vibes from the 11-game win streak were gone.

    And Fedora Day loomed ominously.

    But Keith decided to re-grow his infamous mustache!

    And Fedora Day arrived.

    Then I found the Mets game on TV in South America.

    Oh yeah, and Jon Neise was awful.

    We found out about David Wright's spinal stenosis, and assumed the worst.

    I found Matt Harvey out in the wild.

    Then the offense tried a bold new strategy of not scoring runs.

    And it surprisingly didn't work out for us.

    We needed help.

    Like a lot of help.

    And it only got worse when Gary Cohen went on vacation.

    And the sports pope himself — Mike Francesa — made this statement.

    Then things started getting dark...

    Like really bleak...

    And every fan started loosing their cool.

    Dear god, June was an ugly stretch.

    Then I snapped.

    Because the Mets pitchers were the only players hitting the ball.

    The Mets had me re-evaluating my entire life.

    Then we took a break for the All-Star game.

    And Jake blew away everyone in the AL.

    And when we got back we still didn't hit the ball.

    Then we called up the kid savior.

    And I endured this personal tragedy.

    But Juan Uribe hit a walk off against the Dodgers!

    But Jenrry Mejia brought us back down to earth.

    And then The Trade didn't happen:

    Then that Padres game happened...

    And then I checked my SnapChat.

    And I got bitter.

    The the trade deadline nearly killed us all.

    WE TRADED FOR CESPEDES! AND DIDN'T GIVE UP WHEELER!

    OH MY GOD WE SWEPT THE NATIONALS!

    JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WE'RE IN FIRST PLACE!

    WILMER FLORES IS GETTING STANDING OVATIONS ON THE ROAD!

    The Nationals fall apart and the media starts making excuses.

    Now, every single game mattered.

    And Jon Stewart was happy too.

    Now, everyone is starting to think of more than simply making the playoffs.

    And weird things start happening at CitiField.

    And we started freaking out over potential jinxes.

    All of the sudden we couldn't lose.

    Seriously, we just didn't stop winning.

    And then Captain America returned in style with a towering upper deck home run in Philly.

    Now, the Mets beat writers started joking about the Mets choking.

    And Matt Harvey decided to piss of everyone.

    But the Mets kept winning.

    Suddenly the playoffs were real.

    And I started begging the internet for tickets.

    Then we clinched.

    Then the playoffs began.

    And Chase freakin' Utley broke Reuben's Leg.

    Then I attended my first playoff game and got all mushy and emotional.

    The Dodgers forced a Game 5.

    Daniel freakin' Murphy becomes a hero.

    Bill Murray stopped by the office.

    Suddenly it was all happening.

    We swept the Cubs and improbably reached the World Series.

    But then we gave away game one...

    And game four...

    And game five.

    In the end, it was the most mentally, physically, and emotionally taxing season that I've ever had the privilege of watching.

    And I wouldn't have it any other way...

    (Well, with the exception of maybe actually winning the World Series.)