At a loss for words on how the last week of baseball has played out here are some uncanny lyrics that fit the state of the Mets….
Viva la Vida by Coldplay
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sweep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of sand, pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People could not believe what I’d become
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
On a separate note, I will be at the Texas series this weekend in New York if anyone wants to meet before the game to talk Mets baseball. I’m looking forward to meeting some of our readers.