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Greg Prince discovered the Mets when he was 6, during the magical summer of 1969. He is a Long Island-based writer, editor and communications consultant. Contact him here.

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Thanks Hanley!

Frankie Rodriguez made a good pitch. David Wright made a great pickup and throw. Ike Davis made a fine scoop. But Hanley Ramirez made everything easier on the Mets by taking his sweet time for the first third of his trip down the first base line.

We appreciate it, Hanley. We know you’re capable of doing great damage to us, and you could have contributed to your criminally talented rap sheet by beating out that funky almost-foul bouncer you hit off Frankie with two out in the ninth, the tying run on third and the go-ahead run on second. The whole inning was something out of a John Franco nightmare: an infield hit, a walk, a wild pitch, now the best hitter on the other team coming up to change the complexion of what had been a quietly promising night. You didn’t have to hit it long or hard, Hanley. You just had to hit it where they weren’t.

And run. You also had to do that, too.

It’s not optional. Running really helps you negotiate 90 feet in a most efficient manner. Ninety feet hustled can alter history, as we learned this week. Even if you don’t hit the ball 90 feet, you can still cause trouble running that far. You could have made the whole night for naught Metwise with a decent 90-foot sprint. We wouldn’t have been able to revel wholeheartedly in the decreasingly surprising good work of R.A. Dickey, the astoundingly surprising great work of Elmer Dessens, the cyclically scorching bat of Jeff Francoeur, the pleasant re-emergence of Ruben Tejada, the welcome disappearance of Gary Matthews, Jr., or the heartening sight of Frankie’s right arm still attached to his right shoulder. We would instead be gnashing our teeth and gnawing at our knuckles, not praising R.A.’s. We’d have had a 4-4 tie, go-ahead run at third, a world of spit raining down on Frankie’s head…

But no, we had a third out and a nice win. Appreciate it, pal. You be sure to take it easy.

Like anybody has to tell you that.

10 comments to Thanks Hanley!

  • richp

    Greg as the legend of RA Dickey continues to grow, so does the enjoyment I have for this current squad..
    I witnessed last nights game personally and throughly enjoyed it. Really it was in the defeat of the Marlins, in particular, that satisfied me.
    It was the first time I saw a Kuckleballer start a game in a Mets uniform. It was all totally unique(don’t you think?)to see such a thing for us the Mets fan? At least I cant think of any previous time.

  • dmg

    amen to the happy surprise that elmer dessens provided. i have to say i heard he was coming in and my heart sank — he seems linked to several excruciating losses this season.

    now, the next time i start fretting when his number is called, i can tell myself, “hey self, not so fast.”

  • CharlieH

    Chris Coghlan MUST eat dirt on the first pitch today.

  • Ray

    He lollygags his way around the outfield! He lollygags his way down to first base! You know what that makes him?

    Probably a future New York Met.

  • Joe D.

    Hi Greg,

    When that two-out little squibbler turned into an infield hit I felt this was going to be another victory denied to us by the gods.

    Thank heaven for Ramirez, who does his best to adhere to the high level of standards as does his counterpart in Los Angeles.

  • shea73

    Greg. You have elevated pedestrian sarcasm to Shakespearean prose. Thank you! And an even bigger huzzah to Mr. H. Ramirez for hangin’ low and lazy!

  • Peter

    “The whole inning was something out of a John Franco nightmare: an infield hit, a walk, a wild pitch, now the best hitter on the other team coming up to change the complexion of what had been a quietly promising night.”

    At what point does that kind of scenario get renamed a Frankie Rodriguez nightmare? I think I am pretty much at that point with Blown-save Rod.

    • I think it was the death by a thousand squibs and balls nature of the beast that recalled Franco. Frankie’s blows seem more varied. May he avoid becoming John Frankie.

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