I'm quoting Sharon Chapman, from her column 'Fan's Voice' in the November 2003 issue of "New York Mets Inside Pitch":

If masochism may be defined as "a pleasure in being abused," then Metsochism has to be a pleasure in watching a team despite the realization it will only cause you pain.
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Do Metsochists enjoy watching the Mets lose? Of course not. So why do we stick around, even when it's apparent that it will break our hearts? As Tevye sang in Fiddler on the Roof, "Tradition!"

Amazing. I managed to find a topic that brought together BDSM, baseball (METS baseball) and musical theater -- a triple play!

Let's try another, from Hall of Famer Rogers Hornsby -- "People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring."

Now what (you may ask) has any of this to do with the Forum? And well may you ask, since it has not one blessed thing to do with anything (but Wait 'Till Next Year!). Still, all play and no baseball makes for some very dull D/S practitioners.

All right, if you insist! At least there's still the World Series to look forward to and, with a little ingenuity, you can give even this sacred event a BDSM flavoring.

Try tying your sub spread-eagle near the tube, then place a well-oiled mitt over their face. Let them breathe in that wonderful smell of leather while you rap out the balls and strikes with a wooden ruler on various potions of their anatomy. If it's a femsub, try inserting a bat handle into her pussy, one inch for every run scored. If the score gets too high, use a second bat and keep the higher score in her pussy and the lower in her anus (or vice-versa, depending on your mutual tastes). For every home run, masturbate her with a little Comet cleanser applied as a paste to her clitoris (adjust suitably for a male sub). Double plays (or strikeouts, if you prefer) earn her a clamp, clip, or clothespin. If the game goes extra innings, flip them over and start on the other side (oh, and be sure to give them something to do with their mouths -- I believe hot dogs are traditional...well marinated, preferably). And let's not forget the cold beer...with no seventh inning stretch (read "no bathroom break"). Enjoy! (and other suggestions welcomed)

"I worship at The Church Of Baseball."

"Beisboll has been berry, berry good to me."

I'm back.