It's a Simple Message and I'm Leaving Out the Whistles and Bells

Games 37 & 38 - Mets

Diamondbacks 5, Mets 1
Mets 7, Diamondbacks 1
Record: 24-14

The wheels on the bus go round and round, so I used to hear ad infinitum 20 years ago. Just as it goes with the Metbus.

Ah, yes. This is familiar. I'm now remembering the teeter-totter, tug-of-war, carousel, name your playground activity of choice as it relates to the ups, downs, and revolutions of Metplay and the damn near schizophrenic reactions by Mets Township and baseball fans everywhere.

162 games. It's a slog. We look for trends developing, good or bad. But a baseball game is a much smaller entity than a microcosm.

All of this blather is to say that after Tuesday night's game, I was reasonably sure the wheels on the Metcart were loosening quickly. The rotation was drifting away from the stellar start to the season. The pen was banged up and showing cracks. Other teams began taking my unfortunately shared advice and walking the first 3 Mets in the lineup and getting everyone else out. The end is nigh. 

Hyperbole. Overreaction. Putting too fine a point on it. 

After yesterday afternoon's game, all is well! Everyone's hitting (except Brett Baty, natch)! Soto is finally on a tear! Senga is super sharp, the pen is still great.

Hyperbole. Overreaction. Say I'm the only be in your bonnet. Speaking of which...

 

Anyway, we can breathe after yesterday. Breathe and prep for: 

• a homestand that features the Cubs (tough) and Pirates (don't choke, dudes)
• trips to the Bronx and Boston (yikes)
• hosting the Dodgers, stacked to the rafters and sporting the best record in baseball (voof)

So stop overreacting, Whitney and Townshippers, and let's go get some wins. We're good enough, we're smart enough, and doggone it, people like us.

LFGM