David Peterson was bad and then OK and then bad again and then had a chance to give the karmic wheel another shove: Mets down two in the fourth, bases loaded, James Wood at the plate, 0-2 count.
The 0-2 part was positive considering Peterson has been mashed by lefties and you could argue he shouldn’t have been facing Wood at all, but he had the advantage against a young hitter prone to strikeouts with the game not yet lost.
So what did Peterson do with this opportunity? He nibbled, and then he nibbled some more, and then he nibbled yet more, and then he threw a 3-2 sinker that missed, and not by a little, and the Mets were down 4-1.
Exit Peterson, to boos that barely registered because there weren’t very many fans in the first place and those who remained were cold, wet and probably reflecting that they’d made terrible life choices.
Hey, I don’t judge … well, actually I do. Unless you lost a bet, why the fuck were you watching a wretched baseball team on a wretched night where literally any other choice, including lying down in the road, would have been a better one? If that description fits you and you’re reading this, consider this your intervention. For the love of God, make better choices.
Peterson left, Sean Manaea entered, and three pitches later it was 5-1 and two pitches after that it was 9-1 and after that not even the most dedicated of us could have given a shit. I watched a couple of episodes of Margo’s Got Money Troubles, dimly registered that the Mets wound up losing by 12, and pulled Austin Slater‘s baseball cards to commemorate his becoming the 1,302nd Met in The Holy Books.
Poor Austin Slater. The Witness Protection Program would have wiser.
But then none of us connected with this miserable team — whether we’re constructing rosters, mulling whether or not to take a pitcher out, accepting employment with a baseball outfit or figuring out what to do with our precious nights — is making good choices right now.
Why leave Peterson in? Why? Oh Why!?
Y’know, I’m starting to lose faith in our Mets. I’ve seen bad Mets teams before but never one that had this degree of staggering indifference. Maybe we didn’t win it all with Pete and Brendan and Jeff, but they were at least fun to watch. Maybe they weren’t the best team, but they were a team. These guys just wear the same jerseys.
There’s no chemistry with this team. I can’t stand Mauricio’s at-bats. Our pitching is meh. Senga and Manea and Peterson are done, or need a change of scenery, or something. Whatever it is, it’s not to be found here. Baty and Vientos and Alvarez, as currently constituted, are not on trajectories for greatness, but instead a rather middling mediocrity.
Mendy is not the manager for this group. Then again, I’m not sure that anyone could be. I’m starting to feel badly for him. The presser earlier this week before the Nats series he was full of tics and bad body language. If there’s anyone in this organization who needs a hug, it’s this guy.
Cohen may be a Mets fan, but he’s a money man first. Thw casino is ick, and he should be ashamed of that.
Fuck Stearns with a shovel.
Last year the biggest weakness was pitching. Alonso and Nimmo had good years, even McNeil was decent. So what does Stearns do? He keeps the lousy pitching (Peterson, Senga and Manea), gets rid of Nimmo and McNeil and lets Alonso walk. So far, the hitting replacements are execrable. Sense this does not make.
Loose bodies can hit better than these guys.
i laughed!
How putridly awful has this season been, that folks are waxing nostalgic for 2025? How did we get here, and how do we get out?
i’ve been able to muster at most 5 or 6 total innings of mets baseball so far. nearly every time, witnessing something bad.
exception tuesday when i tuned in to watch the mets finish a laugher.
last night, thinking the mets could build on tuesday, they were instead on the receiving side of a laugher.
i watched not a single out,
my life decision has been to put the mets on IGNORE until, likely a season far, far away.
may that i stick to it.
LET GO : METS!
I’m currently in France and only think about the Mets a few minutes each day – when I check the score and read this site.
Sure it’s a bad use of several minutes a day but my sister went and ordered Andouillet sausage so in retrospect not THAT bad as choices go.
Interestingly I’m reading Epictetus’ Discourses and in 2.23 which i just finished he argues that the greatest of all Human faculties is choice.
Jason Fry is a philosopher – nice!
The Mets deserve your indifference, but an attack on Andouille sausage is foolishness up with which I will not put.
Andouille sausage is great and I will brook no counterargument.
Nothing better than Andouille sausage, and I do not thing reading Greg and Jason is a bad use of several minutes a day. Try the Cassoulet!
It may taste great. But after having partially put myself through college working in a processing plant I can’t get past the appearance. I know what goes into sausage. Doesn’t mean I want to be able to identify each item.