To Reach That Unreachable Star…

The Impossible Dream

To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go

To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star

This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far

It’s the morning after and I’m still walking on cloud nine. How do you describe a moment that was over 50 years in the making without screwing it up? I woke up emotionally charged and even after a few hours of sleep, it still feels so surreal to me…

Is this how it feels when your team tosses a no-hitter? Is your body supposed to tingle like this? Do you suddenly find yourself with tears of joy rolling down your face as I did? Is this what we’ve been missing all these 50-something years?

As I told the dozens that have called me all through the night, I just watched and stared like the rest of you. But having had my heart broken so many times before, I kept waiting for that Jimmy Qualls moment to rear it’s ugly head.

Even though every bone and nerve ending in my body was telling me this was the night, I paced, and stared, and anguished with every single one of those last few pitches in what would be Santana’s manifest destiny. It was purely indescribable.

Yes, John Santana did all the work, but it felt like I was the one who tossed that incredible no-hitter when it was all said and done.

I didn’t have to wonder what Johan was feeling like because somehow all those raw and wonderful emotions raced through my body at the speed of light.

Is this what the creator had in mind all along? Is there such a thing as fate and destiny and were all of us drawn into a cosmic moment that had been planned for us eons ago?

What a wonderfully engineered moment of exuberance for us all. A perfect storm that was the culmination of all our hopes that we would someday achieve what almost every other fanbase already had, save two – us and the Padres.

I wonder if Johan Santana has any idea of the magnitude of what he did for us last night?

Johan gave us what we’ve longed for for over a half a century…

Last night, we all reached that unreachable star…

I know I’ll never forget it, and I know I’ll never forget Johan Santana.

Thank you, Johan.

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I'm a lifelong Mets fan who loves writing and talking about the Amazins' 24/7. From the Miracle in 1969 to the magic of 1986, and even the near misses in '73, '00 and '15, I've experienced it all - the highs and the lows. I started Mets Merized Online in 2005 to feed my addiction and interact with other passionate Met fans like you. Follow me on Twitter @metsmerized.