For a pleasant change, Bichette didn’t happen to the Mets on Sunday. Unlike the first three games of their just-contested four-game in Denver, the Rockies didn’t crumble all over our starting pitcher. Our starting pitcher was Dillon Gee. While other Mets starters have seen their best days or are no doubt striding toward them, Dillon [...]
Well, here’s another 2014 first: the first game that made you want to discover the ability to reach into your TV and smack Mets several time zones away.
This was the game I’d feared the Mets would play on Tuesday in Philadelphia, and was pleasantly surprised to be wrong about: a dead-eyed, slumbering, miscue-filled mess. Every [...]
FLUSHING, N.Y. (FAFIF) — The Jaws of Defeat expressed bafflement after being certain it had secured the New York Mets within its formidable bite at Citi Field Tuesday night.
“Huh?” the bewildered Jaws of Defeat asked. “Where did the Mets go? I was sure I had them.”
The Mets indeed appeared all but ensconced inside the Jaws [...]
Remember when Matt Harvey nearly no-hit the Twins?
That was fun.
Since then, this is what we’ve had:
Sunday: Snowed out
Monday: Snowed out
Tuesday: Lose double-header
Wednesday: Snowed out
And now here’s Matt Harvey on tap again. Well, except he’s facing a team that’s just a bit better than the Twins.
Oh, and it’s supposed to rain.
I assumed they would lose [...]
Please come to Denver
With the snowfall…
Submitted for your approval…nah, scratch that. Who here would approve of anything the Mets did Tuesday night in the city that’s been their personal Twilight Zone for two decades? Not fans of the Mets. Certainly not fans of crisp, clean baseball. Perhaps fans of the Rockies, but honestly, those [...]
“Pack it up. Pack it in.” Those are the words that usually play over the Citi Field loudspeakers when the Mets’ best player comes to bat. I’ve noticed the song before but was never quite moved to put the lyrics into proper context until Thursday, when I sat again through nine gnawing innings at the [...]
The Mountain Time Zone and the mountainous rain delay combined to knock me out before the final pitch last night. Hung in there through Mets Yearbook: 1966 and Mets Yearbook: 1967 (which SNY cut away from just as Whitey Herzog was about to announce his intention to draft…what a cliffhanger!) and reveled, as Gary Cohen [...]
The game the Mets just lost is the kind of game I’ve come to associate with the post-humidor Coors Field: a quiet succumbing, like getting hugged by a python that squeezes a tiny bit more each time you exhale, so that little by little everything goes black. The game starts too late, ends too late, [...]
Terry Collins is right: the Mets are in every game lately. They’re the ones watching the players on the opposing team congratulate each other on yet another close victory. Close in terms of final score, anyway. The sense that the Mets will find a way to give up an extra run that will ultimately kill [...]
Actually the Mets aren’t 4-70. They’re 4-7, which is considerably different — smack dab in the middle of “small sample size” territory, within the bounds of which no wise person draws conclusions. And even if you can’t resist the temptation, a bit of further, mostly non-quantified reflection should be enough to coax you off the [...]