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For the second straight year, the Mets handed the NL East title to the Phillies.

For the second straight year, the Mets lost the last game of the season, sealing their fate for not playing in October.

But I’m not going to harp on it.  In fact, I’m sort of over it.

Why?  How can I so easily get over such a heartbreaking finish, let alone two in a row?

Because the Mets were not playing World Series-caliber baseball.  They would have gone nowhere in the playoffs.  They’d have gotten killed, by anyone with the possible exception of the Dodgers, and the only way they’d have faced them in the NLDS was if they won the division.

But it’s all right.   There’s always next year.  My father-in-law, a life-long Red Sox fan has told me that he has learned to always look forward to next year.  And after years of having his heart broken, the Red Sox are now a solid team.

Our time will come, I have to believe that.

Now the team can focus on rebuilding, which I define as getting more starting pitching, an amazing second baseman to compliment the rest of our infield, and a complete bullpen overhaul.

Oh, and if the Brewers wouldn’t mind sweeping the Phillies, that’d be great – thanks.