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Familiar Figures

El Duque on his game.

Pedro in the dugout.

Five in the ninth.

They all looked wonderful Friday night. Orlando rehabilitates with so little notice that I tend to forget he's on call. You get a Duque outing like that (and with one exception, that's exactly what he's given us all year) and you've got a great chance, no matter how dimly and densely his teammates execute on his behalf. Thank goodness the Marlins did Sergio Mitre a similar lack of favor.

Mr. Martinez won't be going tonight or tomorrow or the next day (of course not the next day — why would every baseball team be scheduled to play baseball on a major national holiday in the middle of baseball season?), but just seeing that face…that face…that marvelous face…attached to that arm…that arm…that marvelous arm. He'll be back. He has to be. Pedro Martinez smiling in a Mets uniform from the bench is too big a tease to not augur Pedro Martinez pitching in a Mets uniform from a mound relatively soon.

In other injury news, Green and his .314 batting average sustained a broken bone in their right foot from a foul tip, an owwie sufficient enough to keep both of them out of action at least a couple of days. Those desperately craving another serving of Carlos Gomez energy drink might get a whole case if Shawn and the nearly recovered Moises pass in the DL night. Who knows?

That question would also apply to the final result, a W from a New York bunch that played like L'ers most of the evening. As implied above, the Mets stunk, almost every one of them not named Hernandez, Lo Duca or Smith. They didn't run correctly, they didn't throw correctly, they didn't play what you'd call sound baseball. But they nibbled determinedly at the heels of the Marlins bullpen until that esteemed body collapsed under the weight of its own inadequacy.

We'll take it. Better to be ugly winners than beautiful losers.

4 comments to Familiar Figures

  • Anonymous

    Not to stray off the orange and blue topic, but I need help, fellow bloggers.
    So last night, I hear Kaz Matsui drove in the winning run to make Armando Benitez a loser.
    How are we supposed to feel?

  • Anonymous

    GREAT – AB loses and Matsui does something good.
    I harbor no ill will towards Kaz. It was very unfortunate that he was injured and, when healthy, just couldn't make it work in NYC.

  • Anonymous

    NostraDenver…trackin' the Rockies!
    I'm unmoved mostly by the scenario you describe. They're two guys from our distant past.
    It's unfortunate that Armando Benitez's actual contributions are completely overshadowed by his obvious shortcomings as a Met. He did save a lot of games (160, a few of them presumably important) and succeeded in a lot of tense eighth and ninth innings when it mattered in '99, '00 and '01. He also failed in several glaring situations (the roll need not be called) and wasn't the most sympathetic character in town. But his Met achievements were genuine.
    Kaz? Nice guy who didn't need to hear it from the crowd the way he did but he accomplished relatively little in 2+ years as a Met. I don't blame Matsui for being the wrong guy in the wrong place at the wrong time.

  • Anonymous

    I'm amazed anything happened at all. I'd have expected Armando to go 3-0 on Kaz, after which Kaz would step out of the box, pull a groin and get booed.
    And then the world would end.