Game 84 - Mets
Mets 6, Astros 2
I wasn't able to enjoy the same easy-breathing laugher that Rob did last night, but hey -- beggars can't be choosers, and for the last few days I've been groveling in a most unbecoming way. John Maine did it again, serving as the salve to a series of painful wounds for the Mets, both literal and figurative. He went seven very strong innings, only marred by a little bit of trouble that Joe Smith subsequently embellished a little.
Meanwhile, the offense came to play. Jose Reyes re-affirmed his status as the true tone-setter with a leadoff triple, and the bats seemed to key off his opening statement. Ramon Castro had three hits and looked great, Ricky Ledee had two and looked lucky, and Carlos Delgado even went 4-for-4 -- taking his average up to a gaudy .242 apex. Carlos Beltran somehow hit a slicing liner into the left-field seats (of this softball park) after looking utterly lost for four at-bats, and Wags shut the door in a non-save opp.
Tonight Pelf, who's been doing a spot-on Anthony Young impression of late, looks to finally notch a win as the Mets try to solve the magic of Wandy Rodriguez. Optimism isn't overflowing, but . . . you know . . . maybe they can win?
And then this lovely snippet arrives: "Carlos Gomez fractured a small bone in his left wrist on a sixth-inning check swing Wednesday and was headed for surgery Thursday to remove a portion of the bone." Ugh. I myself fractured a small bone in my left wrist a while back and needed surgery. I'm sure Gomez will be more diligent about the rehab, but for me it was a nightmare. Neat!
So here comes David Newhan. And the crowd goes wild, just as they did for Dave Williams and Jason Vargas before him. I actually can't wait until Lastings Milledge makes it back. Until then, the parade of New Orleans Zephyrs into understudy roles for maimed Mets isn't going to raise expectations or even a little buzz.
I find myself feeling a little Met malaise today. I think it has to do with the Rockies series and how it unplugged the notion that, after Philly, we were back on track. Like a few of the players and the team as a whole, I am limping into the Break. Look for me to be back to my chipper self next week. Well, depending on how things go this weekend.
I need a beer.