Look, I'm a Mets fan. I don't ask for much.
The postseason? I know better. Even when the Mets run ads saying "your postseason has come" like they did in 2007, well, let's just say I'll believe it when I see it.
I don't even expect them to beat the Phillies anymore, once the poor relation down the New Jersey Turnpike.
But I do think it is reasonable to expect the chance to root against Ryan Howard, Chase Utley and Shane Victorino.
Alas, Utley is still recovering from surgery on his thumb, Howard hit the DL this week with an ankle injury, and Victorino is out with an oblique injury. (Note to Mets: when that happens, the Phillies put players on the DL to recover.)
So it isn't as if the 2010 expectations are very high at this point, with the Mets trailing Atlanta by 7.5 games, and 8 behind in the wild card chase. Those four errors last night hardly inspired confidence, nor did Mike Pelfrey's baffling regression.
But what will be truly demoralizing is seeing the Mets beaten this weekend, not by the familiar stars, but by Wilson Valdez, John Mayberry VIII, and the Ghost of Ricky Otero.
Ya gotta believe, I know, Tug. Sometimes it is just a bit harder than others.