Oh, Mets.
Even after Sunday night's heartbreaking loss to the Dodgers, the Mets weren't in such terrible shape. They had got through their 25-game skein against contenders and division leaders at 13-12, which isn't awful.
From now on, though, they are not scheduled to play any team over .500 until the last series of the year against an Atlanta team that will have already clinched everything there is to clinch.
10 straight against Colorado, Cincinnati, and Miami, and then Atlanta. Sure, the Mets were 4 games out of the second Wild Card Play-In spot after Sunday.
But these last 13 games should've been like the last sprint to the finish line after finishing all the hurdles. It's often the place where a team can pick up ground, particularly when the other teams are playing tough opponents.
Nope.
Instead, out at Coors Field, the Mets got off to a 4-1 lead against a pitcher with a 6.83 ERA, but couldn't score again. Meanwhile, Steven Matz gave up six runs in an inning AFTER there were two out.
Two of the runs scored on a 1-2 pitch to the same pitcher, who was 0-44 at the plate. He hit a two-run single to tie the game.
How Mets.
Well, in the era of zombie baseball, they still aren't out of it. But they are now 5 game out of a Wild Card slot with just 12 to go. It's not dark yet, but it's gettin' there.
Tuesday, September 17, 2019
Slip Slidin' Away
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What are these "Mets" of which you write, sir? I am not familiar with the term.
GOODBYE METSIES!
I LOVE THESE CHRONICLES HOSS!
KEEP EM COMING!
Grief made the young Spring wild, and she threw down
Her kindling buds, as if she Autumn were,
Or they dead leaves; since her delight is flown,
For whom should she have waked the sullen year?
~PBS
The other day, my wife asked me if there were lyrics to the Yankee theme song. So, I had to go and find it on youtube. There were several suggestions on next video that were variations on "Beat the Mets". She asked "why would there be those kind of theme songs?" I told her: "Because, Mets."
How Mets. Exactly.
How Hal. How you miserly fucker.
For years the only time I thought of the Mets was when I had a dent in my fender and was looking for somewhere cheap and shady to fix it (and pocketing the rest of the insurance check). Looming over that automobile themed shanty town with walls adorned with hubcaps, the stadium seemed pathetic in its self-importance.
This blog has changed all that. Now I alternate between laughing at that franchise's miserable wretchedness and feeling bad for laughing at miserable wretches.
Don't feel too bad, Platoni. The Mets deep-sixed all those old-school, family car-repair businesses out there, anticipating the Wilpons' huge new development on Willets Point.
They had elaborate plans and artists' renderings all done up. Condos, high-end shops, a marina...it was going to be Hudson Yards in Queens.
Then...a judge ruled that this was public land, and it can't be sold (or in this case, given away) without an act of the state legislature. Which the state legislature ain't about to put its fingerprints on.
So, the whole development is in limbo. Because...Mets.
13bit, what's that poetry from? Love it!
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