I’ve heard it said that the second best thing one can do with an evening is watch your favorite baseball team lose a game. And that’s probably true.
But there’s watching your team lose a baseball game and there’s watching your team get its collective behind whooped, and Tuesday night was the latter. Trevor Williams was so-so and Chasen Shreve was bad and the best thing about the night was that it ended.
Well, actually that isn’t true. Before the game I predicted Pete Alonso would hit one into the Crawford boxes, which wasn’t exactly auditioning to be the new Nostradamus in terms of going out on a limb but was still satisfying to see come true. Luis Guillorme showed off some more moves that would make a ballerina turn pale with envy, an exhibition that is always welcome. Jose Siri connected for a home run that the Astros fan in a space helmet might have considering riding to orbit — not a welcome development but certainly a sight to see.
And it was baseball, filled with injury updates (Max Scherzer! In Binghamton!), dreams of the future (Francisco Alvarez has hit approximately 435 home runs in his last 10 games), talk of the past (Tal’s Hill and Carlos Beltran‘s adventures ascending it) and the other threads of which baseball’s warp and weft emerge. Those are things to savor … even when you get beat by six in Texas.
A rare night of late where the Braves and Phillies also lost, which helped lessen the sting of the loss.
Speaking of the Braves loss, the Mets would have been better off keeping homegrown fan-favorite Flores, who isn’t overmatched by middle-middle 4-seam fastballs, over Davis in the same role.
And speaking of homegrown fan favorites, Guillorme’s glove needs to stay on the field where it belongs. His contact skills and .408 OBP are a bonus.