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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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Of Henri and Ennui

Pulling into our parking lot from running pre-hurricane errands, around 2 o’clock, I remembered the Mets would be playing at four.

“Damn,” I thought.

By 4 o’clock, I was nonetheless excited when the game came on. It’s Pavlovian. Or Pavlickian, perhaps.

Hurricane prep is underway.

By 7 o’clock, with Brandon Nimmo having garnered three hits of three different varieties (a triple shy of the cycle, just like me, except I also lack the single, double and homer) and Pete Alonso having flexed at the plate for a two-run dinger (and flexed in the dugout because, well, Pete), I was convinced we might not lose. Not convinced we’d win, but absolutely certain I couldn’t be sure. It had been one of those games when the opponent should have buried us early, yet failed to. Rich Hill bent but only frayed. He didn’t altogether break. Max Scherzer was less invincible than usual. We made inroads. We seemed more alert than usual. Our bullpen was mostly made of stern stuff. I know it was the Dodgers. I know they have too many Turners. I know Unfrozen Caveman Pujols went deep. I know we were never ahead or even tied. But I had one of those feelings like I had in May, June and July when we trailed and trailed and trailed only to take a late-inning lead and win.

We’re not as spunky in months that begin with an ‘A,’ however. The conviction that we might not lose was a false positive. It can still be said we were never ahead or even tied.

Out in Los Angeles, the Mets rest up to attempt to not get swept. Here on Long Island, it’s back to battening down hatches. I sure hope Hugh Quattlebaum is coaching Hurricane Henri, in which case it won’t hit at all.

5 comments to Of Henri and Ennui

  • Seth

    Stay safe Greg – unlike our Mets, who are usually out.

  • Eric

    Trea Turner really saved the game for the Dodgers by whiffing on catching the throw, allowing Pillar to become a RISP and promptly a RISP LOB.

  • mikeL

    yes stay safe greg.

    too bad luis didn’t think to shuffle JD from spot where he could fail two games in a row with bases loaded and two out.
    we got tragedy, we got farce…what’s next?

    (maybe a perfecto against? skip the men-on-base altogether, beat the traffic to the airport)

  • Henry J Lenz

    Looks like Henri moved east? Hope so. Chavez is beautiful, but Covid made everything a cumbersome mess. From parking to security to moving around. Got to our seats in the 2nd inning on friday. And JD is the essence of non clutchiness. The postgame fireworks were more fun to see. And the Dodger website even suggests you leave the game early to avoid traffic! Decided to watch from home today.