The Will To Rock Flushing

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If the baseball season were cut to 144 games and the games were shortened to eight innings, these Mets would be a dynasty.

However, forced to play the full schedule and the whole nine, they are a mess.

That’s a quote from Wallace Matthews column this morning.  Normally I hate reading what he has to say.  He is the epitome of a Yankee fan.  In the last few weeks as the Yankees hopes of post season slowly dwindle, he is looking more and more like a typical borough hopper.  However, this isn’t an opinion.  It’s fact.  It feels like every loss in the last month maybe longer have been losses that just should not have happened.  Losses that happened in the 9th inning when we held the lead for the entire game.  Those last three outs is the worst Mets Killer this year. More often than not it’s just that one final strike.  Bleh.  That’s all I have to say.  Bleh.

...from an email in my inbox this morning

Can you do me favor?  Can we put some sort of spell on Manuel to not put Sanchez and Heilman into close games?

Aside from being back in first place again today the Mets are currently FOURTEEN games above .500.  Two months ago if someone told me that they would be 14 games above .500 before the end of August I may have laughed in his/her face.  Much like I laughed in the face of a co-worker to declared that Delgado would hit 30 home runs and 100 RBIs by the end of the year. 

I think I’m going to be sick.  I can’t believe I stayed up to watch that nightmare.  What a waste of precious sleep.

It was pretty miserable weekend for a Mets fan.  Saturday I was finally at a game when John Maine took the mound.  It didn’t exactly go as I had planned.  My head was in my hands most of the game.  Either that or I was witnessing my first fan fight of the season.  Not exactly my favorite day at Shea this year. 

Then Sunday comes along and I am angry from the very beginning. I’ve been pretty much angry at the offense for a while now… Seriously why is it so freakin’ hard for this team to hit a long fly ball when the bases are loaded and one or no outs???  And giving up two home runs to batters who are not home run hitters?  C’mon.  Why don’t they just put me on the mound in the 10th inning.  I have a mean underhand pitch. 

Then Maine is placed on the DL and Gimpy is back.  Oy vey.

BUT then Pelfrey and Delgado happen and all is right in Metsland again. 

I’ve been neglecting this blog, I know.  I’ve been busy doing non-baseball related things.  Last week I tried to write a post about all the kids on the team.  My problem was (and still is) whenever I attempt to write something Pat Benatar’s “Love Is a Battlefield” gets stuck in my head.  When that happens the limited creative writing skills I might have are sucked into a Benatar black hole.  I apologize if I just got that song in your head now. 

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield
We are strong.........

Okay sorry again.  So tonight begins my mini Mets marathon.  I’ll be going to the next four games.  Tonight Brian Stokes will be pitching.  I think I’ve seen every single pitcher the Mets have had on their 25 man-roster this year—Oh! Except for Maine and Santana.  What is that about???  Although it looks like Santana will be on the mound for the last of the four games in D.C.  (If anyone has any tips or suggestions for Nationals Park please let me know. Thanks!) Unfortunately my dreams of Paul LoDuca playing left field this game were shattered last week when the Nats released him.  Oh well… I’ll have to settle for just yelling to Nicky or Danny in left field.  No complaints from me there.  (Love is a battlefield.) Also extra bonus it’s Teddy Roosevelt t-shirt night.  If you’re reading this you probably know about the Presidents Race at Nationals Stadium.  And you probably know that poor Teddy never ever wins.  I think Tuesday could be his night.  I’m a big Teddy groupie.  Well, I suppose as big as I could be without actually being a Nats fan.