The New York Mets are the bane of my existence.  I cannot stress this any more clearly and I wonder why even bother blogging about it.  At this point, I honestly believe that had I not grown up as a fan of this franchise, that I might have had a better life.  I have stood behind this team for the past 24 years (basically since I was 8 years old) - before David Wright and Jose Reyes were even born.  Yes, we had a championship in '86, but even that came under heavy duress and was invariably labled a "miracle."  While there are many positives I can gleam from the 2006 season, I can say with great certainty that it took years off of my life.  How's that for a New York MESS?