A smart Mets follower recently opined that the Mets needed some rest. Hard to achieve during the long slog that's the 162-game schedule, though.
What we could use...
What we really would love...
"What we need is a rainout."
And here's what happened at Citi Field:
Well done, Crash. Have some beers, boys, and we will see you tomorrow, hung over but spiritually renewed.
Mets 11, Phillies 4
Phillies 7, Mets 1
Braves 3, Mets 2
Braves 7, Mets 4
Mets 7, Braves 3
Mets 4, Braves 0
Pirates 9, Mets 1
Pirates 9, Mets 2
Phillies 12, Mets 1
Record: 48-37
"Yikes, what a mudslide." That's what I said the last time I checked in.
[Which was 10 days ago. That's some super weak output here at MLC, I know. But without anyone else to share in the misery, it's really not as fun as it used to be here. I've had thoughts about jettisoning the rest of the season, and it's not just the usual summer heat apathy and too busy with fun to comment stuff. Rob's yin/yang counter with his barbs at his Sox aren't here. Marls has been a phantom. None of my other Met-lovin' friends and family have shown a sparked interest in collaborating anywhere except angry text threads. It's... eh. I've neglected my (usually paltry) duties at Gheorghe: The Blog to focus on the Mets, but secret squirrel echo chamber Dear Diary desert island blogging has limited appeal. We'll see how it goes from here.]
Anywho... the Mets. What a shit show.
I've had it with this stretch. We've got no runs, we've got no wins... our pitcher's heads are fallin' off! (Arms, legs, etc., actually. But still.)
Swept by the Bucs by a count of 30-4 is rather eye-opening. Bludgeoned by the worst offensive team in the league. Yipes. As Juan Soto has surged to a superhuman status that matches his contract, the rest of the team deflated. Alonso and Lindor deflated. Even the guys that were mostly limp anyway have deflated some to the point where they are utterly airless.
But not errorless.
Jack did you watch the series? Didn't it suck? It sucked.
Just breathe, as Eddie Vedder would sing to you. Going 3-13 in pants-wetting fashion is bad, yes. It's bad. Real bad. Very bad. But the Mets still sit 11 games over .500. A lot can happen. David Stearns' phone is probably permanent on its charger, what with all the back and forth that's likely happening.
Funny, the need for bottled beer taste in a can has really been rendered moot by Dale's Pale Ale and a million others these days.
Anyway, we can sit here and dwell on the negatives, but that would take up all our time, because there are scores of them.
I'd rather have a cold beer and focus on each and every positive with the Mets.
