The subway series is back which brings the biggest smile in the world to my face. When the Mike Piazza led Mets would face off against the Yankees, all that mattered in my pre-ten year old eyes was beating the living crap out of the pinstripes and bragging to my friends why the Mets were better. Winning the World Series in my lifetime will be the greatest feeling in the world, but until that happens, beating the Yankees in the Subway Series is a close second.

To avoid another social media fight club-esque beatung, the Mets are in a must-sweep mentality just to even the season series at three games a piece, that is unless we square off again in the World Series. With R.A. Dickey making hardball look like wiffleball, maybe another Amazin run is in us this year.