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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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Signs, Signs, Everywhere a Sign


• Johan Santana had the breaking pitch working, thereby forestalling by at least one start the precipitous decline feared on his behalf in this space five days earlier.

• Ruben Tejada displays incredible intelligence and instincts no matter where he plays. Whatever way you figure out to get Cliff Lee here, the one place I insist Tejada doesn’t play is Seattle.

• Jesus Feliciano’s minor league hot streak continues in the majors. He doesn’t look good doing what he does, but he does it pretty well.

• We continue to score in first innings even without the services of Jose Reyes.


• Liván Hernandez did not take our collective advice from last summer and retire.

• Willie Harris does not require a baseball glove to commit ninth-inning Meticide. A walk will do fine.

• If there’s a way to give up a crucial run, our battery of setup men will find it, particularly when Jerry Manuel is saving Frankie Rodriguez for save opportunities that never materialize.

• We’re not so hot in the eight innings following the first, no matter who is or isn’t in the lineup, particularly if Johan is pitching.


• There are PLENTY of good seats still available for Thursday night’s game. I guess no one has told Washingtonians they’re allowed to go to Nationals Park when Stephen Strasburg merely sits in the dugout and receives pedicures from Bob Costas.

• I don’t miss watching games from Puerto Rico.

• Though I’d prefer Liván Hernandez had found another line of work, good for him for being a regular person and chatting with anyone who wanders by his locker on the day he pitches, as reported by former Nationals television analyst Ron Darling. Good for Al Leiter for having done the same, per Gary Cohen. Generally speaking, starting pitchers can’t be talked to. Starting pitchers have to fly ahead of the team (though Johan didn’t). Starting pitchers have to have somebody cut their meat for them. And the Nationals don’t even let their own and radio people interview Strasburg. I was going to say pitching isn’t rocket science, but I’ll bet rocket scientists aren’t treated this deferentially.

Funny People came on one of the HBOs after the game. It is the cinematic equivalent of a 2-1 loss that turns out less interesting than the score would indicate.

5 comments to Signs, Signs, Everywhere a Sign

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  • Andee

    On the other hand, Joe Torre recently pretty much got roasted on a spit for bringing in Broxton the day after he’d pitched two innings, because Broxton was clearly gassed and got himself hammered.

    So if Jerry brings Frankie in and the same thing happens, what are the odds he gets a public flogging for it? About the same as the odds that Livan Hernandez knows exactly what kind of junk David Wright will swing at, I’d say.

    Also, I have to wonder if superstar closers have their agents pressure teams not to use them in situations that won’t pad their save totals, and whether those agents and the players they represent can make life extremely difficult for them if they don’t. It’s the only reason I can figure out that managers adhere to that orthodoxy.

  • March'62

    Remember in Bad News Bears (the original) when Tatum O’Neal throws her hardest pitch and Kelly Leak just reaches out, catches it, and asks if that’s all she’s got? I was half expecting the Mets to do that last night to Livan. Couldn’t somebody, anybody, I mean really anybody, just man up on this guy? And would it have killed Johan to give up just one run less than the other guy on the mound? Be the better pitcher out there and give up less than the other guy. I’m tired of him giving up three when the Mets score two and giving up two when the Mets score one. And then when the Mets score 8 he throws a shutout. Oh well – bygones.

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