I have long since abandoned chimerical beliefs in fanciful things such as Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, little green men who either occupy an alternate universe or tend to shiny pots of gold placed at the end of rainbows and, yes, the Easter Bunny.
As I matured, I realized that placing any hope or faith in any of these things is a foolish endeavor, rooted in our collective refusal as humans to accept the grim realities that define everyday life. Besides, where's the proof of these supernatural beings anyway?
There was no proof at all. None whatsoever. That is, until this weekend.
Having watched tons of New York baseball the past few days, I have to say that I am tempted now to retract my incredulity and once again embrace these juvenile beliefs I had left for dead and assume the quixotic, idealistic outlook on life reserved only for those who have not been around long enough to feel the sting of fate's callous pinch.
While I'm still not entirely sold on jolly, old St. Nick and that tooth-collecting fairy and have little or no use for aliens in spaceships or leprechauns, the Easter Bunny is certainly making a case for himself.
As a Mets fan, one who has seen only the worst a team has to offer the last few seasons, how can I possibly ignore that cute, little cottontail's wizardry, as he hopped around here and there, basket in hand, sprinkling his magic all over Citi Field—aiding the Mets in their highly improbable sweep of the Atlanta Braves.
All this, while seemingly ignoring the "other" baseball team in New York, rendering them winless and wishing no doubt that it were still March and they were raising a glass of frothy suds with St. Patrick.
Thanks, Easter Bunny!
I guess he should take the credit, although I cannot possibly imagine what he has against the New York Yankees. But what else could it be? Melting polar ice caps? El Nino? Rare astronomical alignment? One can only wonder.
Not since 2007 have the New York Mets swept the first series of a season. Even more extraordinary is the fate that the Yankees just suffered. The Bronx Bombers have not started a season 0-3 since 1998.
I'm actually starting to feel like it's Christmas and not Easter.
Strange days indeed...
Now cynics and naysayers will obviously begin delineating facts from both of those previous seasons.
They might remind us that in 2007, after sweeping their first series, the Mets, despite a rather successful campaign, went on to lose 12 of their last 17 games en route to one of the most historic collapses in the game's history. Conversely, after the Yankees were swept in 1998, they went on to win three straight World Series.
But alas, silence the skeptics! We are not talking about cold, hard facts—this is about pixie dust and sugar plums. And if I may quote the late Tug McGraw, "Ya gotta believe!"
OK, I have to admit that I'm not making World Series plans just yet nor am I totally sold on the Easter Bunny's existence. I'm a man of reason after all. However, if the Mets continue their winning ways, and I just so happen to hear of a Bigfoot sighting or an encounter with the Loch Ness Monster, I will know that something is up for sure.