Hey, from my perspective the Mets looked great Wednesday night.
Perhaps that’s because I was on the East River in a kayak for the opening innings, went out to get pizza once I got home, and then watched the Knicks given how things were going. End result: I watched the game for about six minutes and during that time I saw Francisco Alvarez [1] connect for a homer and the Mets outscore the Cardinals by two.
If only baseball worked that way, right?
I’d be embarrassed, but given the outcome [2], my life choices were uncharacteristically good ones. Kayaking is good for body and soul. The Knicks … well, wow [3]. Meanwhile, there are only so many pixels one can spill on what’s wrong with David Peterson [4] this time and whether that should be the Mets’ problem to fix, and only so rhapsodic one can wax about not-bad garbage-time innings from Jonathan Pintaro [5] or Alvarez looking like the hitter he can be between stints on the injured list.
The Mets simply aren’t very interesting right now; they’re like the doomed programming other networks put up against the Oscars … or the Knicks. Until the Mets are watchable again, hey, the world is full of wonders and there’s no shame in discovering them.