The Mets have now won nine of their last 10 games. That makes it tough to leave the New York area, realizing I likely won’t see most of the upcoming series with the Phillies — even with the Internet and my iPhone and all that — and knowing that things almost certainly won’t seem this awesome by the time I return.

But it’s nice to take off on such a series of good notes, and I can’t say I’m not psyched for this road trip. Come tomorrow afternoon I’ll be in Savannah, filming some stuff for SNY.tv, chatting up Toby Hyde, and watching Wilmer Flores hit baseballs.

From there, it’s a winding trek through the American south. If all goes according to plan, I’ll take in two Single-A games, three Double-A games, a Triple-A game, and three Major League games.

And I’ll do my best to keep the content flowing here as best as I can throughout.

It will be different, of course — probably more a haphazard baseball travelogue and series of photos of ridiculous Southern food than a standard Mets/Taco Bell/nonsense blog — but it seems disingenuous at best to continue trying to cover the intricacies of the Amazins when you all know I’m not paying them all that much attention.

Plus, once I leave Savannah, it’s my vacation and all. A busman’s holiday, for sure, but those are a lot more appealing when the bus is baseball games.

So in other words: The posts here may be spotty and the content will definitely be atypical for the next week and a half. I hope you keep clicking anyway, because maybe I’ll see some hilarious stuff on the side of the road that you don’t want to miss. Or maybe I’ll post some video of myself setting off the fireworks I inevitably purchase. And fireworks are awesome.

Kind of like James Brown: