I remember waking up on March 25 at 5:00 in the morning, just to watch Opening Day in Japan between the Boston Red Sox and Oakland A's. I couldn't care less about the teams. I just was glad that baseball was back.
But ever since the last out was recorded and the Phillies wrapped up their second franchise World Championship, baseball never really ended. The Hot Stove has been burning like mad with the unusually large free agent pool, and we've already seen quite a number of trades, including the one made today, when Coco Crisp was traded from Boston to the Royals for Ramon Ramirez. But where are the Mets? Nowhere. They haven't done anything. But baseball is still going on. And thats all that I really need.
I remember the news that the Mets had acquired Johan Santana. I couldn't believe it when I saw it on MLB.com for the first time. I just say there, staring at the picture of him, saying, "This is the year, now everybody is picking us the win the World Series."
I remember coming home from school on Opening Day for the Mets and rushing through my homework faster than ever, just to watch the Mets play at 4:00.
I remember getting into Shea Stadium for Opening Weekend for just $2.00, and watching the Mets get squashed by the Brewers.
I remember Johan Santana giving up a grand slam to opposing american league pitcher Felix Hernandez.
I remember waking up one morning after a win and seeing Willy Randolph was fired. I knew it was going to happen eventually, but I couldn't believe it. Just seeing it flash across the screen, BREAKING NEWS: METS MANAGER WILLY RANDOLPH FIRED AND REPLACED BY BENCH COACH JERRY MANUEL just glued my eyes.
I remember coming on here and creating my blog.
I remember voting for the All-Star game like crazy every day.
I remember the Home Run Derby, and Josh Hamilton belting out 28 homers in Yankee Stadium, a few of them over 500 feet.
I remember very clearly the last play of the All Star Game, Micheal Young hitting a high fly ball to right field, and Cory Hart catching it and gunning down the line and Russell Martin waiting for what seemed like forever but only a couple of seconds, and stretching to his right and diving into the plate on top of Justin Morneau and waiting for the umpire to make a call and watching his arms fling out, SAFE!
I remember the Mets great 11 game win streak snapped right after the All Star Break.
I remember the Trade Deadline and Mark Teixiera going and Pudge Rodriguez, and CC Sabathia going, and the biggest news of all, Manny. I remember going out to lunch shocked by the news that he was a Marlin, and then coming home to see the deal fell apart. Then an hour later he was a Dodger.
I remember the mad pennant races.
I remember saying every game was a must win and then being shocked by the fact that the Mets were still in the race.
I remember Johnny Damon crashing into the wall, and the ball staying up there.
I remember jumping up and down in front of my TV when I saw Johan Santana get an infield hit when it turned out his bat broke and the ball ricocheted off of it once it passed the pitcher's mound.
I remember Jim Edmonds crashing into the Ivy at Wrigley Field and seeing two baseball pop out.
I remember Zack Hample's amazing run, catching home run balls at Yankee Stadium on consecutive days and then the last homer ever hit by a Met at Shea Stadium.
I remember watching Carlos Beltran hit that same home run, and jumping up and down as excited as I could be.
I remember SNY flashing into the Brewers highlights and seeing them win as Ryan Braun hits a home run in the bottom of the eight and CC Sabathia pitches yet another complete game.
I remember watching Ryan Church come up with a man on first and two out, and him hitting it to deep right field, thinking, "Holy cow, this may actually go out" and holding my breath. I also remember it dropping into the outfielder's glove, and I remember me crying and realizing what a horrible way it was the finish in Shea.
I remember everything in the playoffs, from the Cubs getting swept to the Phillies winning the World Series.
I remember all the awards, including how Jerry Manuel was snubbed of MVP.
I remember Albert Pujols winning MVP, and not CC Sabathia, even though Sabathia single handedly put the Brewers in the playoffs. To me he is the easiest stand out MVP I can remember.
I remember Dustin Pedrioa winning AL MVP, and knocking off my predictions and a spot as MLB.com's insider (just kidding).
It truly was a year to remember. And as far as I am concerned, the year is not over yet, we still have another month and a half.
But the point is, baseball never stops. It is truly part of our lives, part of our hearts. Part of us. Baseball is beautiful.