17 games left, a three game lead. No games left, no National League East, no National League Wild Card no October baseball, no more games at Shea, no nothing. The final act was all whimper and no bang.
The Mets once again snatch defeat from the gaping jaws of victory, and once more demonstrate that supporting them is a triumph of hope over expectation.
3000 miles to the east, Tottenham Hotspur lose 2-0 against the grinding mediocrity of Portsmouth and retain a vice-like grip on last place in the Premier League ensuring a long winter before the renewal of optimism at Citi Field, Flushing’s new cathedral.