October Sucks.

Who doesn't love October? The change of season, sweater weather, Halloween, pumpkin spice, return of hit TV shows. Can't forget every girl posting the same picture on Instagram with some head-ass caption " I love fall most of all" while wearing a hoodie and yoga pants. See below if you have no idea what i'm talking about.

Who am I kidding i'd double tap this photo. 

Anyway, October is widely consider the greatest month in sports.The only month in which all four major sports are in season.  The NFL is in mid-season form, college football  heats up, postseason baseball, return of the NBA, and NHL. I get why the causal sport fan loves October, never a dull moment. However for the lifelong suffering tormented loser sports fan, October sucks. Every year October rips my heart out of my chest and leaves me empty inside. For the past two years, I was preparing for a Mets postseason run, with the dream of becoming a champion for the first time in my life.... Instead every October I'm left wondering "what if"?  What if  Alex Gordon doesn't go yard game 1? What if Daniel Murphy fields that slow roller correctly? What if Matt Harvey closes out game 5? What if  Carlos Beltran doesn't strike out? Or i'm stuck watching the teams I hate most in life win it all, and that's always a refreshing feeling.

I shed a tear posting this.

You guys get the point October remains undefeated. The most depressing part is that this isn't the worse part of October. The worst part of October is the change of baseball season to football season, the transfer from the Mets to the Jets. Going from Mets baseball to Jets football is like surviving the black plague and dying by the flu. Put yourself in my shoes, the Mets just choked and now I have to watch the disaster that's the New York Jets every Sunday? I'd rather skydive into a volcano. Anyway, I call this transfer of seasons the cycle of misery, and the cycle starts renews every October. But Chris what about the Knicks and Islanders? Well the Knicks season usually ends around Halloween and we haven't been relevant since the late 90s.  Early season hockey is pointless, talk to me in January about the Islanders. You don't choose this life, this life chooses you. October has given me nothing but sleepless nights and broken dreams, with a touch of grey hair. 

Dear October,

Fuck you

Sincerely 

Chris D'Addario