Let’s Not “Run” Ahead of Ourselves
February 2, 2010
Rosy reports everywhere of Jose Reyes’ sprint session yesterday are geared towards generating some excitement and optimism in an otherwise downtrodden off-season.
As I attempt to board this “Happy Train”, reality persists in nipping at my heels, ultimately causing me to fall short of that desirable joy ride. Damn reality.
I have about as much faith in the medical recovery of any Met player as I do in the stock market. It’s nothing but a sheer gamble. Then again, that would give Jose Reyes nearly a 50-50 shot at a full recovery if we follow this analogy. Who says I am not an optimist?
Reyes was certainly one of the most electric players to ever don a Mets uniform. He alone was a reason to sit down and watch a Met game, despite his boneheaded exploits. I would love nothing more than to see him hit that first triple this year. Unfortunately, I just know that as I see him rounding second, I will feel nothing but anxiety and apprehension. This is true because I will be waiting for that moment where his hamstring rolls up like an accordion once again. Come on, you all know what I mean. We have all felt that, and you know you will feel it again.
In any event, I suppose I must wipe the slate clean with Jose, and blindly hope for the best. Is that optimism again? Well, it is optimism coming from me anyway.