There are seats up there in Citi Field below and a little beyond the retired numbers. I confess I never really registered that they were there before — I’m usually looking at those big pinstriped circles, with my mind’s eye off somewhere along memory lane.
Those seats have a lovely view, too — LaGuardia’s new Terminal C gleams across the last little stretch of Flushing Bay, and if you look a little to the left Manhattan is spread out before you like a bejweled fairy kingdom.
Oh, and if you turn around and look at a far-off green patch, you can just make out baseball players doing stuff.
I’d never been that high up in the Promenade, and it was a little like observing an ant farm. I can’t tell you the first thing about Jose Quintana‘s latest dominant effort; or about what Washington’s DJ Herz was throwing, first successfully and later not so much; or how accurate the home-plate ump was; or much of anything else. (I can tell you that the speakers attached to the Promenade roof work very well, allowing you to not only hear but also feel the players’ walk-up songs. Someone probably enjoys this.)
I was there on a work outing, which made me a little nervous — not because of my colleagues, of whom I’m fond, but because the last time we had one of these at Citi Field David Peterson was terrible and my agony in response was so conspicuous that it unsettled co-workers who didn’t think living and dying with each pitch was normal. (You know what? They’re not wrong.)
I did my best to be calmer this time, answering the occasional newbie question about baseball (“What’s the difference between the Mets and Yankees?” is kind of an enormous one) and offering a few factoids that I thought would be diverting but not scarily obsessive — I thought about explaining how the Mets’ colors are ultimately derived from a 16th century Dutch coat of arms but decided to keep it to myself — as well as some light analysis.
For instance, I said that this year the Mets had frequently done nothing much against a new pitcher the first time through the order but used the time to study him, discuss his repertoire in the dugout, and then unloaded on him the second time through the order.
As analysis this gets a raspberry — you may have recalled something I didn’t, namely that Herz had already faced the Mets twice this season. But it seemed wise come the fourth, when the Mets unleashed hell and fury on Herz and his fellow Nationals.
Ready? Walk to Brandon Nimmo, who was nearly decapitated by ball four. Pete Alonso single pulled to left. Tyrone Taylor double to left, with Alonso nearly lapping Nimmo after an uncharacteristically bad read by Brandon, winding up at third as Nimmo slid home just under the tag. Slump-buster of a single up the middle for Mark Vientos. Francisco Alvarez strikeout. Harrison Bader walk on four pitches. Luisangel Acuna RBI single through the 5.5 hole. Little parachute down the right-field line from Jose Iglesias, perfectly placed. Exit Herz, enter old friend Jacob Barnes. Line drive to right from Starling Marte to drive in two more. Back to Nimmo, who hammered a ball into the Nats’ bullpen to make it 9-0. Alonso and Taylor would then strike out, ending an inning that took just shy of 24 minutes. (I timed it watching the archive version, because who wouldn’t want to relive that?) The dots down there were doing wonderful things!
That was it from the Mets until Acuna added a solo homer to left in the eighth — early returns and all that, but I’m impressed not only by Acuna’s accomplishments but also by the fact that no moment has looked too big for him. And the Nats, of course, did nothing against Quintana, nor against Phil Maton or Huascar Brazoban.
When I’m at a game with newcomers to baseball I always find myself playing ambassador, hoping for the kind of barn burner that turns the curious into lifelong fans. I doubt this one converted anybody — basically there were 24 minutes of everything and two hours of nothing. Not an ideal distribution of events from an entertainment standpoint, perhaps, but I enjoyed it hugely. A nine-run inning will always work, even when it’s the work of little white ants.
One of the greatest things about sports is the unexpected. Losing Lindor for a few games in the middle of a wild card/pennant race could have been a disaster. Acuna doing what he’s been doing means he hasn’t been missed from a baseball perspective. Most of us would have forgiven him if Acuna’s first 15 ABs had delivered a 1-for-15 or something. Instead we have 7 hits including 2 HRs. And the pitching – who saw this coming?
Not me. Mets as a team in September, 2.13 ERA; starters, 1.77 ERA. Quintana: 1 earned run allowed over his last 32 innings. This team-wide run of pitching is the best I can remember. And amazingly, their names aren’t Gooden, Ojeda, Darling, Fernandez, and Aguilera, or Harvey, deGrom, Syndergaard, Matz, and Wheeler.
I was there as well last night, and would describe the atmosphere as “festive”. The place exploded when Nimmo homered.
When James Wood came up to bat in the first, the Video Board Guy posted “went by James Aluminum in high school”. Heh.
That is at least seven kinds of amazing!
I lol’d. It wasn’t clear to me how many people even saw it. I was the only one in my section who reacted, as far as I could tell.
I too was up in the Promenade last night, having previously sold my regular seats and not wanting to miss the mojo rising like a jet from LGA. I had forgotten how difficult it is to gauge the likely parabolas of batted balls from up there. The 400 level behind home plate (proximately equivalent to Shea’s Mezzanine level) is one of the hidden gems of Citi Field. It was certainly refreshing, and with the exception of one leather lunged profane buffoon, I was reminded that the “real” fans, with their scorecards in hand and riveted to the GAME (and not singularly focused on their next cocktail or next selfie) sit in those precincts. It was a pleasant experience and made me want to return there every now and then.
Howie Rose is right.
Nobody is showing up for these games because everybody knows the WC race is not as exciting a race for first place.
I said a long time ago that maybe the games will begin to matter on SEP15TH, but even that was too soon.
Nobody cares who finishes first anymore. We had a lot of great first place races that NOBODY cares about.
Acuna looks like the second coming of Acuna!
This team has remarkable fielding up the middle from the starters to the backups. And Pete finally stood up and said his piece, perhaps the final notable off the field event which will put us over the top in this episodic season filled with enough ups and downs to make a miniseries, not to mention a World Series.
“it unsettled co-workers who didn’t think living and dying with each pitch was normal. (You know what? They’re not wrong.)”
It’s normal here.
This is it. We’re here. All the boxes the Mets have checked this amazin’ ya gotta believe season have brought them to this 4 game, 3 game, 3 game 3-part final exam. And yes, the Brewers series is part of the test. The 2024 Brewers are not the 2022 Nationals. It would be awful if the Mets checked the boxes on the Phillies and Braves, competed hard and well to earn control of their destiny, only to lose their hold on a wildcard in Milwaukee.
The Phillies may party at Citi Field anyway for securing a playoff berth. If that party comes from the Diamondbacks or Braves losing, that’ll be good. The important Phillies magic number is 3 for the division title. If the Mets prevent the Phillies from partying a division title at Citi Field, that will mean the Mets have checked the box on the Phillies series going to Atlanta.
Great news that Gary Cohen and his clowns are only doing 1 out of the 4 games against Philly. You guys who went to the game missed his whining about it like a little baby. You also missed him singing. He was a real unprofessional prick last nite.
I couldn’t agree more about Gary Cohen. Everybody gives him a pass because he is one of us, but the fact is that he provides no insight or interesting takes other than occasionally regurgitating some irrelevant factoid. “This is the first time in X years that a Met has done Y.” Irrelevant babble. The man has been on automatic pilot for years, spewing the same old banalities like they are greatest hits: “the Mets are down to their last strike,” or “the Mets are down to their last out.” He regularly insults the intelligence of the audience with his approach. He seems like a good guy, other than patronizing the staff for things like the great quality of the coffee they serve to him. Just telling it like it is, certainly no malice here.
You know your team’s in a good place when the biggest complaints are about the announcers.
Speaking of announcers, yesterday would have been Bob Murphy’s 100th birthday. I’d take his “greatest hits” any day of the week.
I suppose all announcers have flaws, and the nature of the job makes them have to say dumb stuff sometimes. But take a gander around the league at some other teams’ announcers (you need MLB.tv to do that), and you’ll realize what gems the Mets broadcasters are.
Memo to anyone who still believes Lindor and/or Nimmo deserve to be All Stars or MVPs.
Not gonna happen if you only play well for 3 months out of 6.
I’m a huge Lindor fan, but Ohtani is playing in another dimension this year. There’s no way he’s not MVP.
Hey Joey G, it was exactly that coffee remark that made me call him what I did. What a patronizing p—-. And you are totally right about him reciting his nonsensical statistics at all times during the game.
Sometimes I want to tell him there’s a game going on down there.
They need to put these guys and Gelbs on an alternate broadcast and get some professionals to do the actual games.
You can listen to Howie Rose and Keith Raad on the radio call, though synchronizing TV video and radio audio is a challenge.