In case you couldn’t tell, I am a huge Mets fan. I bleed orange and blue and obsessively keep track of Mets games (watching via the Gameday animations even when I was living in Massachusetts).
I know I’m late getting in on the Jose Reyes to Miami deal. I wanted to wait a little bit because I was a little upset when the deal was announced (just check out my Twitter responses from that day). The other day, the song above popped up on my Facebook news feed (not revealing who I creeped on to find it), and totally nailed my feelings for the whole matter. Spoiler alert: It’s a parody of P. Diddy’s Missing You, which he released after Biggie got shot. Just listen to it. You will laugh your ass off.
I didn’t really get into the Mets until I was in high school (partially because I was entranced by the aw-shucks good looks of David Wright). As I was watching more and more baseball, Jose Reyes emerged as one of the premiere shortstops in the game. Jose captured our hearts with his propensity for stealing bases, talent at hitting triples, and penchant for developing hilarious handshakes with his team mates. He and David Wright were our guys, home grown players that could finally bring a ‘ship back to Flushing.
I’m really glad that I got the chance to see Jose play in person (he legged out a triple in one game and stole two bases in the other). Jose was the sparkplug for the Mets, and he was truly an exciting player to watch. It’s clear that Jose loves the game, and that’s great. I just wanted him to love the Mets more than he loves money.
The move to Miami felt like a punch to the face to me. Honestly, most Mets fans knew at the end of the season that Jose was long gone. Still, I know I had some hope that Sandy could pull the money together, or that Jose would take a hometown discount. Sadly, neither happened (Damn you Bernie Madoff!!).
I’m happy he won the batting title this year (it’s funny to me that after all the controversy over Jose taking himself out of the game, Ryan Braun got nailed for performance-enhancing drug use). And I’m happy for the good times Jose had with the Mets. I just can’t be happy for him now. Jose was never my number one favorite Met (sorry bro, that honor belongs to D-Wright), but he rang in at a close second. Jose helped get my sister interested in baseball with his Profesor Reyes skit between innings at Shea. I also just really loved his enthusiasm for the game…not to mention The Claw.
I just can’t be happy for him now, especially now that he’ll be wearing those tacky new Marlin uniforms instead of the orange and blue.
Jose, I wish you a great end to your career. Just no wins against the Mets, and no rings without playing for them.
I will miss you next season like Diddy misses Biggie. Well, unless Ike Davis starts hitting triples left and right—doubtful.