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Bad Ideas Upon Bad Ideas

I’d like to put 6:10 pm start times on the list of things that I thought would be good, or at least novel, and turned out to be terrible.

First off, I completely forgot. I was doing something non-baseball-related, noted it was around 6:35 pm, and reflexively went back to what I was doing, because 6:35 pm is too early to be worrying about things that everyone knows kick off at 7:10 pm.

[record scratch]

Oh yeah, that’s right.

I got upstairs to find it was already 2-0 Guardians, with the Mets having done ill-advised things in the outfield. J.D. Martinez doubled and I had a brief happy thought that the worm might be turning: Several times in the last week I’ve arrived at my post with the Mets having made first-inning noise, only to get stage fright and decide further runs are beyond them. So that was nice, at least.

About 45 seconds later, Starling Marte hit a grounder up the middle that looked like it would elude Ben Lively, except Lively speared it and found Martinez between second and third. He was run down by various Guardians, with Marte moving up behind the play to take Martinez’s place at second once he was tagged out. Except — whoops! — Marte wasn’t on second but between first and second, and a moment later he was in the dugout with his teammate, presumably with neither one of them wanting to talk about what had just happened.

That was really it for the game. Tylor Megill pitched OK. Tomas Nido hit a home run. Josh Walker did well in relief. But the Mets looked sleepy and put upon at the plate, and even at 2-1 it didn’t feel like they were much more than the night’s designated opponent. The most noise they made came in the sixth, when Pete Alonso and Brandon Nimmo hit one-out singles. But Lively ended his night by getting Martinez to swing through a high fastball, departing in favor of Nick Sandlin. Sandlin walked Tyrone Taylor, who’d entered when Marte was tossed out for offering a purist’s critique of home-plate ump Manny Gonzalez’s undulating trapezoid of a strike zone, and so Brett Baty came up with the bases loaded and two out.

Sandlin … well, he eviscerated Baty. Two fastballs separated by a splitter, all at different eye levels, no chance. Pretty soon the game was over, only now I was confused because my baseball-oriented biological clock kept insisting it was an hour later than it was.

Honestly, the whole thing was misbegotten from the start. I’ve already done my best to forget this one — which pretty much ensures I’ll smack myself in the forehead at 6:35 pm or so on Tuesday and we’ll have to do this again.

6 comments to Bad Ideas Upon Bad Ideas

  • Lenny65

    At least the misery ends earlier. So there is that. They were already losing when I realized it was on, and that remained the case, as usual. The pokey, sleepy-eyed, Tomas Nido-led Mets, going through the motions like it’s September 1980 or something. I guess it’s still kind of early, but it feels like we’re witnessing the death throes of this iteration of the Mets. There’s no need to belabor the point anymore, we all know who’s not getting it done, and it’s difficult to see how this merry band will remain together for a whole lot longer.

  • Ken K. in NJ

    Same here with the start time. During Covid we got into the dubious habit of watching the 6 o’clock local news followed by Network News at 6:30 and just never stopped. Followed by sometimes Jeopardy, and if I don’t even get to SNY until 7:30 I haven’t missed much. Except last night, after Jeopardy somehow they were already in the 5th inning. Turns out I didn’t miss much anyway. Never mind.

  • LeClerc

    Hoping Vientos turns out to be an effective hitter.

    Baty has improved significantly as a defensive 3rd baseman – but it doesn’t look like he’s a major league batter.

  • mikeski

    For me, it was “oh yeah” when the notification from MLB popped up.

    There’s no turning. No renaissance. No rejuvenation (assuming that there was any juvenation to begin with). Not even any twitching.

    There’s just worms.

  • K. Lastima

    How many “0 fors” will it take for Mrs. Cohen to approve dropping her pet Lindor to 7th or 8th in batting order, where he belongs until he finds his stroke, if he ever does?