Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want

Games 68 through 76 - Mets

Mets 5, Nationals 0
Mets 4, Nationals 3
Rays 7, Mets 5
Rays 8, Mets 4
Rays 9, Mets 0
Braves 5, Mets 4 (10 innings)
Braves 5, Mets 0
Braves 7, Mets 1
Phillies 10, Mets 2
Record: 42-24

Okay, we can talk about it.  Yikes, what a mudslide.

The series against the Rays, I was blissfully oblivious in the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Couldn't tune in, just checking scores that got worse every time I looked.

I was hopeful that the sweep wouldn't bleed into the Braves series -- one desperately critical to prevent Atlanta from generating the kind of momentum and confidence that could lead an inspirational return from the brink to contention like another NL East team did last year -- but it did. Of course it did. 

I actually did catch much of the Braves series. Tuesday night I swung by my Met-lovin' buddy Andrew's house with the Mets up 4-1 late. That went up in flames but fast. 

And it's been a dumpster fire since.

7 game losing streak.
Outscored 51-16 during that stretch.
The starting pitching, amazingly good for 2 months, is crapping out.
The pen is leaky.
Runs are still all too scarce.

Yesterday the fam and I flew up to Long Island for my cousin Teddy's wedding celebration in Amagansett. The whole family are rabid residents of Mets Township. At a cocktail party for the young newlyweds, our inner Metcircle inevitably isolated from the rest of the gathering and talked blue and orange with much chagrin.

Last night after dinner back at my uncle's house, I tuned in on my phone as the Mets were going down a pair of runs. Mind you, the SP matchup of ex-Met Zack Attack Wheeler vs. Blade Tidwell, yes his name his Blade Tidwell, was not one considered even money. But Tidwell had gotten to the 4th with no trouble. Two singles and a walk in that frame, though, sparked action in the Metpen. 

Tidwell induced a grounder to third, and Baty went for the DP... a long shot at best, and McNeil couldn't turn it fast enough. Run scoring fielder's choice for the first Phils run. Mendy then turned to Jose Castillo to lock it down, which he did right after he allowed a Brandon Marsh single to plate the second run. I announced the result to my gang, and a collective meh emanated from the group. 

But then!! In the 6th, back-to-back taters from Alonso and McNeil sucked mi familia right in. Tractor beam. 4 cousins, an uncle, my mom, and I hunkered down around the couch as I AirPlayed my AppleTV phone app onto the tube. Technology is neat.

Bottom of the sixth, the other Jose (Butto) looked dominant, expecially thanks for several egregious called strikes. Seeing the Phils Phaithphul so angry was just lovely.

♫Good times... for a change♫

And then...

Bottom of the seventh, Reed "Him and Weep" Garrett entered and did a little bit o' this:

• Marsh doubled to left.
• Turner doubled to right, Marsh scored.
• Schwarber walked.
• Bohm singled to right, Turner scored, Schwarber to third.

♫You see the luck I've had♫

Enter Justin Garza.

• Castellanos singled to center, Schwarber scored, Bohm to second.
• Kepler flied out to right, Bohm to third.
• Realmuto walked, Castellanos to second.
• Stott doubled to left, Bohm scored, Realmuto scored and Castellanos scored, Stott to third.

♫Can make a good man... bad♫

Stott's hit was really the only one crushed, but the other ones were well enough hit and simply fell in and that's more than we can say about the Metballs.

Holy Metballs, it was a disaster. On Stott's double, three runners came around to score in quick succession, nearly single file like a first-grade run to recess. Looked like Major League when Willie Mays Hayes almost caught someone as they both scored. But way, way less cool and funny.

The doom and gloom committee among the family ensued -- basically just pointing out an array of truths (Jared Young is not the answer to any question beyond "who's DFAed next?"; Lindor is in a major slide; we need Soto to mash like Leia needed Obi Wan). 

But Teddy chimed in: "I've still loved this season more than any in a very long time."

Tonight: upstart Phillie stud Mick Abel vs Griffin Canning.

Canning shuffled up is Cain (+ gnn which means nothing, a la Night Shift)

vs 

Abel

I think we know how that goes! (really stretching but we need it!)

♫Lord knows it would be the first time♫

Okay, not really, but come on!

The Fam Said It Just Right

Game 67 - Mets

Mets 5, Nationals 4 (10 innings)
Record: 43-24

Amen, cuz. 

Rocking Colorado

Games 63 through 66 - Mets

Dodgers 6, Mets 5
Mets 4, Rockies 2
Mets 8, Rockies 1
Mets 13, Rockies 5
Record: 42-24

Oh, the 2025 Colorado Rockies. What a mess. And the Mets capitalized on their messiness to sweep the season's six games against them in a 10-day span. 

You don't have search too deeply into the MLC annals or have watched this franchise for so long to conjure a Mets team would play down to the level of the opponent and drop a game or two . . . or maybe even three or four . . . against a suffering squad like the Rocks.  Hell, just searching on "Give us your tired, your poor" on this site tells you what it used to feel like. Here's one from 2004:

Game 14 - Mets
Give Us Your Tired, Your Poor, The Wretched Refuse . . . We'll Find a Way to Lose to Them

Expos 2, Mets 1
Record: 6-8

At least last year we didn't have to see the Mets play the dreadful Tigers, which no doubt would have resulted in at least one loss to one of the worst teams ever fielded. As soon as my cohort posts the inaugural Expos Watch, the Mets drop a bad one to them. Within hours. To Rob I simply say: Wow, the Red Sox are really clicking on all cylinders right now. Probably destined for one hell of a year unless some bad breaks come their way.

What a refreshing change that the Mets rolled over the league doormat this year.

The exclamation point was yesterday, as the Metbats went wild for six homers and 13 runs. Pete continues to mash (18 RBI over his last 8 games), and he and Jeff McNeil both his a pair of taters. Tylor McGill limited his standard one bad inning to 2 runs in the 5th. Paul Blackburn, off a stellar first start since coming back from injury, looked... really hittable. He managed garbage time, allowing 3 runs in 4 innings off 7 hits (4 of them for extra bases). But it never really became a concern, what with the fireworks from the Mets' lineup. 

Blackburn and Megill are two of the question marks when the discussion turns to the rotation after Sean Manaea and Frankie Montas get back to the bigs. Canning, Holmes, Peterson, and Senga all sport ERA marks under 3, which is just outstanding. We will have to see what Stearns and Mendy see as the gameplan moving forward. Great challenges to have.

The same goes with the infield (2B/3B). With McNeil killing the ball, Ronny Mauricio hitting well since his callup, Baty hanging in there despite a recent sluggish stint, and Acuña filling in here and there, it's just as well that Vientos is on the shelf. He was struggling mightily, anyway. We want Lindor's toe to heal quickly and need no additional attention (time off), but it was good when he had to take a game-plus off that we have a crew of capables ready to play.

Nats and Rays at Citi this week before we see a series with the Phlailin' Phils (dropped 5 in a row and 9 of 10) that's nestled among 7 games against the flagging Braves. That will be a proving ground, and there can be no letup now. 

LGM

Pete and Repeat

Game 62 - Mets

Mets 6, Dodgers 1
Record: 39-23

Ham and egging. That's how you go far in a 162-game slog and then some.

Some nights, the Big Three carry the load and the supporting cast gets a free ride.

Other nights, the stars flicker out, but the scrappy bottom part of the lineup steps up.

Many nights, the Metbats are mostly quelled but starting pitching goes 6 sharp and the pen doesn't leak.

And sometimes, every once in a while, the Mets manage just 4 hits (but claw out 4 walks and a pair of HBP's, plus a lovely gift of an ugly E-4) and step aside to let the venerable Peter M. Alonso, Esquire go wyld stallyn all over Dodger pitching. 

Most triumphant.

2-run tater in the 1st to set the tone. Nice. 3-run bomb to deep, deep left in the 8th to seal it. My man. 

Griffin Canning was aces: 6 IP, 3 H, 1 BB, 7 K, 0 runs. A semi-shaky Jose Castillo and a gopher ball by Ryne Stanek were rendered moot by the sheer, bodacious force of Polar Pete.

I'll say this 100 times between now and when he inks his next deal. He's fun to watch, awesome to root for, easy to get behind, and integral to this clubhouse. Also he hits colossal home runs into the night. 

Met for Life, please. That is all.

One more time. Beat L.A. 

LFGM

To Live and Die in L.A.

Game 61 - Mets

Dodgers 6, Mets 5 (10 innings)
Record: 38-23

It's super lame to go to sleep rather than stay up for barn-burners like this. And for the second straight night, I went to bed with the Mets winning and awoke to find they'd blown the lead. This time, they didn't come back and win. 

For the recap, you're best off visiting longtime aces of the Met Blogosphere at Amazin' Avenue for their take on last night's loss. Brandon Nimmo did an amusing (well, it would have been amusing) spin dance in left field as the game-winning hit dropped in 2 feet from him. Brazoban blew the lead an inning before. Max Muncy killed us again. 

Sigh... such is life playing the best offense in the bigs. On the plus side, we got our first-ever MLC post title reference to Wang Chung* out of this game.

*Okay, so I did use this reference 19 (!) years ago in a post where I conflated the Mets roster with musical acts. Rereading this, I apparently used to be a more fun blogger!

On the other plus side... Soto looks like he's warming up. And Megill, who was trash in the first inning, held fast after that and went 6. I like the pluck in this team against the mighty D Train. 

I'm going to try to stay up tonight and watch 'til the end.

(Me writing that means this is where the Mets go down 9-1 in the 3rd inning and I don't need to.)

Beat L.A. 

LGM

Stay Gold, Metsies

Game 60 - Mets

Mets 4, Dodgers 3 (10 innings)
Record: 38-22

Paul Blackburn! 5 IP, 3 H, 1 BB, 3 K . . . zero runs. A fine comeback start that gives the Mets a delightful dilemma when it comes to sorting out the solid stable of starters. Good news there.

Max Kranick let the erstwhile Trolley Dodgers cut the 2-0 lead in half when Shohei Ohtani went deep to right. I think that's just gonna happen sometimes when you are dealing with a Terminator in stirrups and cleats. 

Unfortunately, Edwin Diaz, who's been -- what's beyond airtight . . . hermetic? . . . for a long while, let one get through in the 9th. Credit the best offense in baseball, and Diaz holding Ohtani to a game-tying sac fly was a victory in its way. 

Alvarez and Diaz came through with doubles in the 10th, and the Mets proved they needed that extra run. Jose 1 (Castillo) was relieved by Jose 2 (Butto), who locked it down for the last pair of outs and fielded his position incredibly well on the final play to save it. 

These are the Dodgers. They represent the best. Take this win and put it in your back pockets, boys. Now go get us another. 

Fun SNY Stat of the night: Juan Soto in 2025 gets much, much better as the game goes on. In his 1st time through the order, Soto sports the 4th-worst OPS in the league. 2nd time through, he's middle of the pack. By the time he gets to the 3rd time through the order, however, he's 2nd best in baseball. Credit his approach and his eye. (He's currently 56th in the league in OPS overall, and . . . well, we could ask for more there.)

Mark Vientos took a spill coming out of the batter's box last night. Hammy. Not good. Ronny Mauricio makes his first trip to Citi Field since 2023 due to ACL surgery. Godspeed to Vientos. In the meantime, Mauricio has sported the following OPS at each stage of the minors thus far this year:

• St. Lucie Mets: 5 games, .321 OPS
• Binghamton Rumble Ponies (actual name, has to be an S.E. Hinton reference, right?): 5 games, .402 OPS
• Syracuse Mets: 9 games, 1.382 OPS

Alrighty then. 

Beat L.A., as they were wont to say, back in the day.

L...G...M

Yo Holmes, to Bel-Air!

Games 55 through 59 - Mets

Mets 6, White Sox 4
White Sox 9, Mets 4
Mets 4, Rockies 2
Mets 8, Rockies 2
Mets 5, Rockies 3
Record: 37-22

One year ago, on June 2, 2024, the Mets sat at 24-35.
16.5 games behind the first-place Phillies.
In 4th place in the NL East, a few games worse than the Nats and a few better than the Marlins. 

As we know, those Mets then went 65-38 to qualify as a wild card team, and all hell broke loose. Grimace, OMG, Pete Alonso, Francisco Lindor, etc. But man, was June 2 a depressing nadir for the Mets and across all of Mets Township. 

Win the games you're supposed to, we are wont to say. Racking up losable wins is a primary ingredient in success out there. Against the 2025 Colorado Rockies, though, some days the games don't appear losable. They're 9-50. 

In fairness, it's not like the Metmen blew out the Rocks in all three games. They just did what they needed to. Heads, up, fellas, you'll need to do the same thing against them in Denver next weekend. 

Before that happens, thanks to nifty scheduling, the Mets get four (4) games at Chavez Ravine. Somebody in blue and orange must've pissed off the MLB scheduling office. Alrighty then, here we go.

This evening's tilt features Paul "Welcome" Blackburn rejoining the team. He's rehabbed from a knee injury and is tonight's starter versus L.A. RHP Dustin May. Another arm into the mix. He's got a much higher bar to meet in the rotation than he did a year ago. 

The book on Blackburn, at least based on his lone season as a Met (and not his 8 years in Oaktown), is that he's terrific against lefties but against righties... they hit it very much, to butcher Pedro Cerrano. Will Smith may be telling some of Blackburn's offerings "smell ya later." 

Yep. Terrible. 

LGM

Your 33.3% Report Card

One-third of the Mets' 2025 season is in the books. It's as good a time as any to stop, breathe, reflect, and take stock of where we are.

For example, to know that we are officially 33% of the way through this slog is to fallibly project that Juan Soto’s 1.6 WAR thus far tracks to 4.8 over the course of the season. That number would be the lowest since his rookie year, and the lowest per-game-played of his career. Huh.

It's also the second-highest in the NYM lineup, a hair behind the April power/May showers Pete Alonso. Huh again. More time is needed for Soto to really get into his groove, I guess, but a pro-rated $17 million for output to-date hasn’t drawn big smiles.  

As it was with the first check-up, the Mets' starters -- even minus Manaea and Montas, amazingly -- continue to be Steady Eddies. The pen is mostly airtight. 

The hitting... yeow. Of late, every run seems to be a rare treasure, something our guys labor to scratch across. Whither the days of Vientos, McNeil, Nimmo, and Alvarez smashing balls out to complement Lindor and Alonso? 

And the team hasn’t been... clutch. Now, that’s a term that some people equate to Sasquatch or the non-coaster Loch Ness Monster. Hard to know if the Mets are just players who tighten up in big spots these days, but that's additionally hard to believe after the Fall of ’24. 

We just need some collective cosmic change in Citi to make this analogy work:

Mets are to RISP
as
Talking Heads are to RISD

Nope, that doesn’t work. Not at all. 

Which brings us to our own 33.3% performance eval here at MLC.

The Stats

Posts since Re-launch March 27: 31
Days since Re-launch: March 27: 61
Days per Post: 2

Games Played: 54
Games Per Post: 1.74

Posts per MLC Staffer
Whitney: 59
Marls 2:
Unnamed Other Blogger: 0

All in all, I'd say the MLC output of the past 2 months has been 4/5 Exceeds Expectations.

The cleverness is at times not quite there, but the silliness is. Our attention to the team and its games is very high, and our understanding of what's going well and less so feels on the mark. 

So far it hasn't been a reboot as great as the Jack Ryan series from a couple of years ago, but it's been better than the stab at Magnum, P.I. Maybe mostly like The Kids in the Hall. Goofy, weird, not quite there, not quite all there.

Mainly people miss Rob and the juxtaposition of two teams and fan bases in vastly different places. And the expected coming-out party for Marls has been endless waiting. 

On we go to the middle bits. 

LFGM

The Gospel According to Ebby Calvin

Games 51 through 54 - Mets

Dodgers 7, Mets 5
Mets 5, Dodgers 2
Mets 3, Dodgers 1
Mets 2, White Sox 1
Record: 33-21

Quick and dirty to start the work week after a holiday weekend. 

Friday's loss against the Dodgers was lost in a blur for me. See "holiday weekend" above. Moving on. 

Saturday I was in Richmond along with the fam for my stepson's travel baseball tournament. (One of one million.) Watching late Saturday night with some baseball fans (non-Mets fans), the Metsies pulled it out.

Sunday I returned after the travel baseball tourney victory (and there was much rejoicing) to catch the end of the series win over L.A. Solid.

Yesterday I caught the last few innings of a game that the Mets seemed poised to upchuck against a lousy club. Our Lads did what they needed to do to eke it out. 

Here's how I feel about the past few nights of Metball:

Profound, I am. 

The Phillies, meanwhile, feasted on a juicy schedule of ChiSox and Rockies last week. They play the Rocks (possibly the worst team ever) 7 times, whereas the Mets only get a shot at them 6. 

No worries, though, it evens out. The Mets have the Dodgers on the schedule 7 times while the Phillies, NL East Division winners in 2024) only get to play them 6. 

Wait, what? Okay, fine. 

Press on and keep winnin'. It's like better'n losin'. 

Long May You Run, Metsies

Game 50 - Mets

Mets 5, Red Sox 1
Record: 30-20

I wagered against my favorite team again last night. I don't feel great about it, but as our friend Dave digs lightly into the phenomenon of betting against your emotional interests -- something ex-MLCer Rob called "psychic hedging," it's a coping mechanism.

Save for a Lindor blast in the 9th, I would have had it exactly... backwards. As Willy Wonka would've put it:

Tylor McGill fanned 10 Sox. In four and a third! Half the batters he faced. It was only a couple of bad breaks in the 5th -- an inning that gets him consistently, which ain't great -- that ruined it for him. Nubbers and grounds just to the right spot, squeezed on a pitch or two. Such is life on the diamond, and he hit the showers in Frame 5 again. But a stalwart outing. 

And Huascar Race Brazoban came in and locked it down. Reed Garrett did his usual "did I make you nervous?" routine while shutting the Sox out in the 8th, and Diaz issued a leadoff walk for consistency before closing it out. 

Meanwhile, Garrett Crochet stitched together a nice looking five-plus innings himself. He left with the game tied at 1, and Liam Hendriks struck out Alonso and Vientos to round out the 6th. That was good Liam.

Fortunately for our camp, bad Liam came out for the 7th. 

Luis Torrens, who'd doubled in a run-scoring 2nd inning earlier, singled to lead off. Torrens is the catalyst, I'm telling you. Más Luis, por favor. No offense, Francisco Alvarez. Well, maybe.

After a Ty Taylor hit and an Acuña infield single, the stage was set for Brett Baty. Again. (He'd singled in one, almost two, in the 2nd.)

The Brett Baty of April would have been helpless, helpless, helpless, but as Neil Young would sing about Baty, "All [his] changes were there." 

Baty came through with another run-scoring single, this time for the deuce. Baty!

He's also made some damn fine plays in the field, meaning Mark Vientos will spend more time at DH. Pete has rebounded from a few games of utter glovedreck with some nice work at first, so he's not jockeying for time there just yet.

Starting pitching is still humming 

Bullpen back under control

This summer Mantos is coming

Manaea, too, get ready to roll

Gotta get down to it

Okay, enough Neil. Except to say to the New York Mets, with a day off and the might Dodgers coming to town tomorrow...

Am I lying to you when I say

That I believe in you?

I believe in you.

Cue the bludgeoning... And yeah, I might still bet against you. But I believe in you. 

LFGM

Step 3: Profit

Game 49 - Mets

Red Sox 2, Mets 0
Record: 29-20

More pictures. You slump, I slump, Metsies.

Not a huge wager, but I think there will be more of these to come. Monetizing fandom irritation.

What a douche.

Hey, Marls, I hear that misery loves company....

Illustrating My Point

Game 48 - Mets

Red Sox 3, Mets 1
Record: 29-19

A post in pictures . . . about numbers.

This Weeknight in Baseball (h/t Mel Allen) T.W.I.B. Notes:

• Pete smashed one that hit just feet below the top of the Monster. Paused out of the box just a touch, tried for 2, gunned very easily.
• Soto smashed one off the Monster, began his HR trot, got a single when he could've had a double. Now, he did then steal second, but you just can't be doing that when you're pressing. Channel Charlie Hustle. 
• 3 critical GIDP's by the Metmen. Nimmo, Soto, Alvarez. Two of them with a pair of runners aboard, one of them in the 9th inning to quash the limited remaining hope. 
• Nimmo and Vientos are still batting blindfolded.
• McNeil is looking sharp at the plate. Move him up in the order. 
• Last night we saw some of the worst stuff Senga has sported, but he gutted out 6 innings admirably. 
• Team José (new LHP acquisition Castillo & old RHP target Buttó) kept the Mets where their late-inning stunted hitting really hurt. Well done, Josés. 

In other news, Marls and I launched a new era of 2025 MetWatching: gambling against the Mets. 

I won $12 on an Alonso whiff and predicting 3 Up 3 Down in the top of the 8th. (It should be noted that it was the 2-3-4 in the Mets' order.)

If you're going to be uncannily inept in the most important spots -- to the point of predictability, we might as well make a few bucks for our misery. Stay tuned.

LFGM$

Red Sox Nation, We Need a Favor

Games 43 through 47 - Mets

Mets 4, Pirates 3
Pirates 4, Mets 0
Yankees 6, Mets 2
Mets 3, Yankees 2
Yankees 8, Mets 2
Record: 29-18

A weekend in Nashville, Tennessee attending a friend's son's bar mitzvah -- which means that my Metwatching was minimized. Just as well.

I did follow along and catch a bit of Saturday's win over the Yanks whilst taking in several bands and many more beers on Broadway in Nashville. A fun day made more fun.

Last night, however, I was back to soaking in every pitch, and... well...

For seven and a half innings of play, the intracity enemies were neck and neck. The Mets didn't look incredibly sharp, but they were hanging in there thanks to another solid start from David Peterson. 6 innings, 2 runs, one earned - thanks to Mark Vientos on the first play that the Mets fielded last night. 

Pete Alonso chipped in another defensive gaffe when he threw away (way away) a throw to the plate in the 8th. Dear lord. Meanwhile, his plate struggles continue. 0-for-4, 2 K's again. 

Ryne Stanek dropped the "e" once again. Very stank last night, despite throwing many pitches over 100mph. They just sailed high and wide too often, and when they didn't, they all looked the same. The dude could be dominant if he could control it a wee bit better and added something offspeed (and effective) to the repertoire. For now, he's lost 4 games and seems to let us down.

And then offseason signee Génesis Cabrera came in and gave up a grand slam. 8-2, representing the last chapter of this game. 

April was bliss. The salad days. 22-11.

May has not been an abject disaster, but it's been disappointing given where we were. 7-7 so far. 

Phillies a half-game out. Braves right behind them, as I have said they would be. 

Off to Boston to take on the 23-25 Red Sox. Rob, very sorry, but we need the Mets to win this one. 

LFGM

A Tale of Two Citi Plays

Game 42 - Mets

Mets 4, Pirates 3
Record: 27-15

Last night came down, in small part, to a juxtaposition. The same play, twice. Sort of.

The Play, Part I

With the scored tied 1-1 in the top of the 5th, Pirates second baseman Jared Triolo doubled to left. After a groundout (in which Brett Baty made a heck of a play), Ke'Bryan Hayes hit a grounder 'twixt 3B and SS. 

Brett Baty then made a heck of a bad play, neutralizing the path of the ball with his glove just enough that it caromed away from Lindor and dribbled meekly into short left, where it came to rest gently on the Citi grass -- grass as green as the green light that Triolo had to race home with the go-ahead run. 

So Triolo rounded third and had a clear path for the plate. 

But then he hesitated,
and then he looked back,
and then he stopped. 

Your hesitation has betrayed you, you could hear bellowing from the heavens. Or at least from Gary and Ron, who were besides themselves with gratitude that Triolo didn't capitalize on the botched fielding. 

David Peterson then induced a strikeout to end the inning harmlessly. 

The Play, Part II

With the Mets down 2-1 (thanks in part to a really dumb Butto disengagement violation) in the bottom of the 7th, Tyrone Taylor took a pitch off his foot and moved to third on a single by Acuña. After a Lindor whiff, Soto stepped up and mightily swatted a dribbler that nearly made it to first base down the line. The Bucs' 1B snagged the ball and took the out. Taylor darted home with the tying run, and Acuña went to second. Two down with Pete at the plate, who laced a sharp grounder to 3B.  

Hayes, the Pirates third baseman, then neutralized the path of the ball with his glove just enough that it caromed away and dribbled meekly into short left, where it came to rest gently on the Citi grass -- grass as green as the green light that Acuña had to race home with the go-ahead run. 

So Acuña rounded third and had a clear path for the plate. 

But then he hesitated,
and then he looked back,
and then turned and sprinted home!

The throw came in, and it was bang-bang, but Acuña was safe, even after a challenge. 3-2, Mets!

Your hesitation has betrayed you, but you are very, very fast... nice recovery, dude, the voice could be heard to say. 

Eerily similar play, with two results from two teams. 

And then the Mets coasted easily to... wait, what???

After Brandon Nimmo pulled a would-be tater back over the wall to save a run in the 8th, Huascar Brazoban came on the close it out in the 9th. 

• A groundball up the middle got through because Brazoban "fell off the mound and didn't field his position" (Ron's words). Come on.
• Lindor booted a routine grounder. Dear lord.
• Acuña at the hot corner (hotter when the infield is in), he misplays one as the tying run scampers home. Son of a...
• A nice 4-6-3 to curb the damage doesn't totally redeem the shoddy Mets' defense.

And so, the Metbats go back to work, bottom 9. With one out:

• Lindor hits a groundball up the middle, it got through because it hit the bag and scooted under the glove. 
• Then Soto knocks a solid single to right that gets Lindor to 3rd.
• Walk Pete to load them up, right?
• No?
• Why not?
• We've been over this before.
• Walk the top 3 guys and get everyone else out.
• No?
• Okay then.
• Pete hits a sac fly, Mets win, Pirates lose.

"Ugly but I'll take it" was a Marls textquip applying to an earlier inning of subpar pitching and defense. It applies to this game on the whole. 

Beating the Pirates with Paul Skenes on the hill is substantially more challenging than on other days. Mets clawed it out and won a losable one. Keep on truckin'.

And maybe take a few extra grounders this afternoon. 

Weekend Bookend

Games 39 through 41 - Mets

Mets 7, Cubs 2
Cubs 6, Mets 5
Mets 6, Cubs 2
Record: 26-15

A weekend in Columbia, South Carolina watching my younger daughter wrap up her undergraduate studies in fine form -- which means that my Metwatching was minimized. Pity, as the gang played well.

Weekend Takeaways:

• Clay Holmes and Griffin Canning contributed stellar starts to bookend the series. Each went 6, allowing 1 ER, fanning 5, and keeping runners off the bases for the most part. 
• The jam in the starting pitching sandwich was Tylor McGill, and it was gooey. 4 ER in 4+ innings of work. His ERA still sits at just 3.10. Shake it off, dude.
• Here's who homered this weekend for the Metmen:
• Francisco Lindor (2)
• Juan Soto
• Brandon Nimmo
• Mark Vientos
• Jeff McNeil
• Brett Baty (3) (!) (!) (!)
• B R E T T  B A T Y ! ! !
• Baty hit 2 dingers, knocking in 5, in Saturday's game. Wasn't enough to win the game, as Baty looked the part of Eric Idle saying "There is only me, sir."

• But still. New life in the Baty bat. Highly appreciated in the Township. 

Who's missing from that HR list?

• Well... Polar Pete has gone cold. Not Arctic, ahem, but chilly. He was 3-13 with 2 doubles and no walks on the weekend. 
• He's 3 for his last 21 with an OPS of .429. Brrrr.
• It was bound to happen, as white hot as he had been. But let's relight the Alonso fire soon.

Other takeaways include the bullpen executing at B+/A- levels. Stanek has re-added the e to his name, Diaz looks to be gaining momentum, and Dedniel Nunez reduced his ERA from a zillion to 40.50. Kranick and Garrett were porous at times (walks kill), but not dumpster-fire bad. 

And finally, here's to Luis Torrens, who shook off his "Warning Track Power" moniker to hit one off the wall (getting there!) for a triple yesterday afternoon, then took a foul tip off his... tip, and lay face down and motionless for a very long time. It always leads the booth to issue sympathetic groans and deal in obvious euphemisms. (Gary: "It hit him in a very bad spot.") Sounds like he's okay. Phew. 

2 of 3 from the 1st place Cubs. We will take it. Pirates heading into town now. Don't take them for granted, and maybe let's rev some engines in a sweep before leaving for Yankee Stadium and Fenway? Just an idea.  

The Mets are only up a game and a half on the Phils. And the Braves, despite losing one to the Bucs yesterday, are slowly building momentum. They will be there when the season comes down the stretch. Bank on it. Both these teams are among the best in MLB. Your Mets have to keep plugging away. 

LFGM

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

The Pete and Francisco Light Show Continues...

Game 36 - Mets

Mets 5, Diamondbacks 4
Record: 23-13

Whew. This one got interesting. 

I tuned in with the Mets down 1-0 early, thanks to a Corbin Carroll dinger on the second pitch Griffin Canning hurled last night. Suboptimal, as Marls would say. 

The Metsies squandered one in the 3rd. Tyrone Taylor, who's caught a little bit of fire in the last few games, smacked one into the triple-gap in right-center at Chase Field and took 3 with one out. Lindor followed with a meek pop to shallow right, and Taylor ill-advisedly tried to tag up. Wasn't even close, Carroll gunned him cleanly. Dammit.

An inning later, after a 4-pitch Soto walk, the Polar Bear unloaded on a Ryne Nelson offering and deposited it deep, deep in the seats. 

Watermelon, watermelon, watermelon, Ryne. 
Look at the scoreboard and see who's behind.
You!

2-1, Mets. I'll confess I dozed off during the later innings. (Looks like Marls stayed up for it!) 

Turns out...

Lindor smacked a 3-run jack in Top 7 to give the Mets a comfortable* 5-1 lead.  

*Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha.

While Brazoban looked back on track in a harmless 7th, the 8th saw the season advent of "Better Off" Dedniel Núñez, a highly effective bullpen asset from 2024. Last night was rust, we sure hope. 

Núñez threw exactly six pitches to three ARZ batsmen. Two strikes and four balls each. Full count every time, and in each instance, he lost him. Bases loaded in a flash. Whoops.

Reed Garrett came in and threw a bit of kerosene on the campfire before snuffing it out. One K, 2 singles that scored all three of Núñez's walkees, another K, and a foulout. 5-4. 

Collar... tightening...

After a meager 9th for the Metbats, Edwin Díaz, the once and future king of the closeout, entered. 

Pete Alonso's 1st batter error made things even tighter for the Mets, but Alvarez gunning Alek Thomas at second on an attempted steal mitigated it. Nice. One flyout and a 3-pitch strikeout later... Mets win.

Losable win. Striking back at the D-backs. More of this, please. 

Beat Me in St. Louis

Games 33 through 35 - Mets

Mets 9, Cardinals 3
Cardinals 6, Mets 5
Cardinals 5, Mets 4
Record: 22-13

My pep talk seemed to work! For one whole game.

Well, this fall back to earth was scheduled to happen. After sweeping the Cards -- not one of the league's top squads -- at home two weeks earlier, the Mets won Friday night in St. Louis by a large margin . . . and then let both ends of Sunday's rain-induced doubleheader slip away. 

Yesterday they began poorly -- spot starter Blade Tidwell tidpoorly, allowing 6 earned through 3+. That number held up despite a late surge by the Metbats. 

Of note:
Team LOB --  12
Team RISP --  3-15

In Game 2, Tylor McGill wasn't as dialed in as he's been thus far this season, allowing 4 through 5. A 4-run 3rd inning by the Mets meant that things were squared as the bullpens . . . uh, squared off.

The Cardinals' starter, Andre Pallante, absolutely labored through 3⅓ innings. He had a bit of luck in that a few of the Mets' smashed balls went right at guys, sometimes for double plays. As it was, he gave up 9 hits and 4 walks in that abbreviated start. Just 4 runs, though, as the Mets continued their unwelcome trend of abandoning baserunners at an alarming rate. 

Mike McGreevy, a tall, young (24) pitcher with major upside, came in with the bases loaded in the 4th and shut the Mets down. For the rest of the game. Max Kranick, who lately has been like Obi-Wan (our only hope), allowed a single to Yohel Pozo and a double to Victor Scott II that scored Pozo from first.

...which is saying something. Pozo is 27 and built like Chris Farley at 27, trudging 'round the sacks at a pace not suited for the extra base. There seemed to be some cutoff miscommunication on the throw back in, however, and no relay was made homeward. The Metmen need to hone our work on the little things.  

5-4. And so it went.

Of note:
Team LOB --  10
Team RISP --  3-11

NB: squandering opportunities like that leads to winnable losses. It just does. Starting pitching is suddenly shaky, and the pen isn't exactly watertight with a pair of Mets on the IL and others starting to show signs of hittability. 

Of note:
AJ Minter and Danny Young are now both on the 60-day IL, both likely out for the season. Frankie Montas and Sean Manaea are still a ways away from reemerging. Jesse Winker flew east instead of west to get his oblique checked out. Mets futures took a major dip with all this news. Look out. 

The Mets took the late flight to Phoenix. I've encouraged my daughter to go to a game out there. Let's hope I don't ruin one of her nights out. 

Today's Guests: Phil Collins, Larry Hockett, Ty Webb, and The Hollywood Shuffle

Game 32 - Mets

Diamondbacks 4, Mets 2
Record: 21-11

21-11.

How'd we ever win 21 . . . Larry?

It's a miracle.

Crud afternooner that saw Juan Soto finally clear the Citi Field fences . . . twice . . . but nobody was on for him and nobody knocked any more runs in. 

Senga went 4+, got into a jam, and was pulled. He gave up a run in the 4th on a(nother) Jeff McNeil error. Keep it up, buddy, and MLC will begin issuing the McNeil Error Report. That joke works better on the audio feed of MLC.

Senga got into trouble in the 3rd and 4th, and then in the 5th, Mendy had had enough. So Max Kranick, one of the few bullpenners who hasn't been leaky of late, came in to save the day. He allowed a sac fly to give the D-backs the 2-0 lead and induced an inning-ending groundout.

Kranick's subsequent airtight 6th was followed by Soto's first shot. 2-1! Yeah, well, Max was brought back out for the 7th, and that's when Geraldo "One Tater" Perdomo took him deep to once again push the Mets 2 down. Drat.

Top 8 featured Reed Garrett, another of the relief arms still locked in. 3 up, 3 down, 2 K's. Nice. 

Garrett's airtight 8th was followed by Soto's second shot. 3-2! Yeah, well, Reed was brought back out for the 7th, and that's when Tim Tawa "of Pawa" took him deep to once again push the Mets 2 down. Drat².

With 7-8-9 up in the bottom of the final frame, it was a different brand of excitement that was generated than in last night's barnburner. The "not, nothing, none of the above" kind of excitement. 1-2-3.  Sigh.

Nota Bene: The best good chance the Mets had was in the 8th. After Soto Solo Part Deux, Alonso walked (now back to the playbook, Arizona) and Winker doubled. 

Winky Dinky Dog!

Up strolled Mark Vientos next. yes, the same Mark Vientos that struck out last night with the chance to give the Mets a lead with a single. 

Redemption? No, not today. Cue the Phil Collins.

Well, would you say if I was wasting my time?
Did I miss again?
I think I missed again, uh huh
Oh, I missed again, oh oh
I think I missed again, uh huh

The whiff. Next up... Nimmo did the same shit. Hey, Brandon, 111 AB's in, an OBP of .258... it's not... it's not good, as Ty Webb would say. 

Alrighty then. Buck up, for the Cubbies are coming for us. 

Stat earlier this week emphasized that most of the Met's opponents thus far are sub-.500. Over the next fortnight, we have Cubs, Yanks, BoSox on the slate. Proving grounds of sorts. Let's show the doubters! Even me.

How to Beat the Mets, Vol. I

Games 29 through 31 - Mets

Mets 19, Nationals 5
Mets 8, Diamondbacks 3
Diamondbacks 4, Mets 3
Record: 21-10

The lambasting I doled out to the Mets and myself last go-around seemed to reverse the bad mojo I'd enacted by heaping too much praise. I won't make the same mistake again soon. 

In fact, immediately after I began fixating on the things that aren't going swimmingly in Metville, the boys in blue 'n' orange went ballistic on Los Nacionales. 19-5, with 9 RBI coming from Brandon Nimmo. And it wasn't even that close.

The Metbats continued to pound the ball in the first game of the series with Arizona. Pete, Frankie, and old, old friend Starling went deep and it was over by the 3rd inning. Ha! Almost fell for that one, didn't you. What do you take me for? We blew a huge lead a week ago in much the same scenario.

This go-around the Met arms held fast and locked in a solid win. 

Then, last night's game. I tuned in with the Mets up 1-0 on a Mark Vientos tater. The good news was that I would get to see Vientos come to the plate three more times, mostly with runners aboard in key spots, and he fanned twice and GIDPed once. Nifty, Mark.

Ultimately, our lads didn't have quite enough juice last night. In our inaugural go at Misery Loves Company, Rob had to endure a long Sox tenure of [loud voice announcing] Closer by Committee. It wasn't great, and eventually they settled into the cadence of Timlin in the 8th / Williamson in the 9th that Grady Little used, until he didn't. 

Well, for the second time in a month, the 2025 Mets used Starter by Committee. And for the second time, it went all right! Huascar Brazoban pitched two nearly flawless frames, and Syracuse call-up Brandon Waddell threw four brilliant, scoreless innings. 6 innings of shutout ball! Not bad.

Enter Ryne Stanek. For the third straight Stan(e)k outing, he entered with the lead and left with a deficit. 3 losses. 3 blown saves. 1.1 IP over the last week. 7 H, 1 BB, 0 K, 5 ER. 

I think we need a Plan B on set-up man. 

The key seems to be, watching him go at this in vain, that he can't get that 3rd strike. He throws strikes. He gets guys 0-2, 1-2. Just no K's. In his first 8 appearances, he had 10 strikeouts. None since. 

As such, he lets hitters repeatedly just get a piece and stay alive, leaving the door open to eventually knocking one into fair territory. Danny Young joined AJ Minter on the IL. Smells like trouble in Bullpen City for the Mets. Right now, we just need someone who can put batters away. 

Someone like Chris Devenski, you, say? No, not Chris Devenski. The 34-year-old journeyman reliever took the hill for the 8th, with the Mets down 2-1 because of the Ryne-stone Cowboy. 8th went swimmingly, 9th went like someone let a gator into the swimmin' hole. The D-backs tacked on 2 more, meaning when the Mets' top of the lineup in the bottom of the 9th got going -- and because we gave up 2 more runs, you knew they would -- it would be maddening. 

Arizona stud closer Justin Martinez had a very, very off night. He gave up a leadoff bomb to Tyrone Taylor, of course. And then walked Lindor and Soto. He didn't record an out. Would've been wonderful for our gang in a tighter game. 

Here's the thing. The way that the Mets lineup has gone in early 2025...

...in case you need a reminder it's like this in my stream of consciousness brain dump...

• Alonso WOW
• Lindor nearly as WOW
• Soto soso but it's him so okay
• everybody else about a .500-.650 OPS occasional swat mostly scuffling all the time thanks guys

...well, then... why on earth wouldn't you just walk those 3 fearsome hitters and get to the E Street Scuffle?

Yep. That's what Arizona did. They walked Pete to make it 3 in a row.

Vientos whiffed. Winker hit one off his foot for a run-scoring groundout (replay doesn't cover this, for some dumb reason). They intentionally walked Jeff McNeil for platoon reasons (and maybe because he's been hitting well since his return). 

Alvarez hit a routine grounder to third. Ballgame. Winnable loss. Eh.

I fear we've established a cheat code to beat the Mets. Pete Alonso has 23 walks and counting (3 last night). Soto also has 23 walks. 

Vientos, hitting in the 4-spot most of the time, has 23 strikeouts. Coincidence????????

Okay, he has 24 K's. But still....

You Try to Be Nice...

Games 26 through 28 - Mets

Nationals 5, Mets 4
Mets 2, Nationals 0
Nationals 8, Mets 7
Record: 19-9

Right on cue. Glad to see that the hex machine of Misery Loves Company needed no additional oil, no generator jump-start, to get right back at it.

When will I learn that thoroughly touting the success and promise of the New York Mets directly leads to bad play and winnable losses?

Friday was frustrating. Andrew and I were in the airport headed home from a glorious island vacation with our families, and we tuned in on the phone to watch the action. When the Mets notched 4 in the top of the 8th to take the lead (3 of which came on a right-field shortfall dive by the Nats' Dylan Crews that was just so very ill-advised), there was audible rejoicing at Gate D5 in MIA. 

And then... Juan Soto couldn't come up with a catch at the wall (tough but makeable) for a triple. A next-batter single tied it up at 4. Bleh. 

And then... with AJ Minter on to presumably take it to extras for us, a 2-out groundball to newly activated Jeff McNeil was misplayed badly enough that the Nats' C.J. Abrams scored from first. Basically, McNeil slowed the pace of the grounder without stopping it, ensuring the baseball couldn't be reached by anyone in time. You could try to repeat that, but you would not be successful. Ugh.

Saturday was redemptive. A win, with Clay Holmes and the pen shutting down the Natbats and newly activated Francisco Alvarez slugging a two-run dinger that was all that was needed. That's all I have to say about that. 

Yesterday was terrible. This was the nadir (we hope), where the Mets blew a 7-1 lead and a 2-run lead in the 9th. José Buttó was particularly dreadful (and has been shaky all month long), but give Ryne Stanek a blame share for once again starting the 9th inning with a lead and once again leaving with a blown save. Ugly defense was yet again a contributing factor, as Alonso's throw to first that would've sent the game to extras sailed far and wide. Whoops. Game over.

The Mets played down to the competition, which is something good teams have to avoid. The bullpen has been a key part of the Mets' April success, and it was leaky in 2 out of 3. Brazoban has tumbled, Stanek has stumbled. Argh. Adding to the malaise is AJ Minter going on the 15-day IL with a triceps injury. Ruh-roh. 

Rob always theorized that every season, at least for solid teams, there are ~30 games each team is destined to lose, and just the same, there are ~30 games that are shoo-ins that would be really hard to lose. Right out the gate, it's clear what's happening and either just your day or not your day. 

That leaves ~100 games that are in play and it's the little things along the way that ultimately make up a season record. This weekend, the Mets failed at lots of little things; they blew a very strong chance of a win (maybe even one of the 30) and squandered a late rally that should've been a losable win (one of the 100). 

Let's right the ship before we have to travel to the desert for 3-gamer starting tomorrow. I promise not to say anything nice about them until then. 

Mets 25-Game Checkup -- I Want to Be a Part of It

Game 25 - Mets

Mets 3, Phillies 2 (10)
Record: 18-7

Facing the ace of one of the World Series contender teams of baseball. With a chance to sweep the series. For the seventh win in a row.

Andrew and I lazed on the beach yesterday and mulled that we might prepare ourselves for a letdown game with all of that going on. This is what we do, we Mets fans. You know it. You see it. And if you're a fan of the Metropolitans, you do it.

You brace for the worst. The choke. The gack. The inevitable gaffe that lets the game/streak/season get away.

Funny thing, though. It's not currently in the repertoire of this team. We bear the scars of 39 years or however long you've been rooting. They don't.

Pete Alonso does not. Francisco Lindor does not. And yesterday, with 2 outs in the bottom of the 10th, with Alonso having tied it up with a double, Starling Marte definitely showed no signs of being visited by the Ghost of Met Seasons Past. He knocked the ball into shallow center and His Royal Polarity rumbled home and dove into the dish with full glee on display.

7 in a row. Off to the nation's capital next. Keep on truckin'.

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My old counterpart round these parts Rob inaugurated the practice of taking the temperature of the teams at intervals of 25 games. MLC 2.0 is happy to resuscitate this worthy practice. 

As I recall, the Mets' checkups of say 2003 or 2004 used to feature rectal thermometers, based on the state of play back then. To wit, my first ever 25-game checkup in '03 bears the subtitle "Awful Early But It's Awful Early."

This one won't be like that.

God, this team is fun. Texted with my Met-lovin' cousins yesterday. "Different" is the word used most. GKR keep talking about the crowds at Citi being markedly different in their exuberance. In all the best ways.

The Good

God bless Pete Alonso. Re-signing him seemed like a feelgood move at the time, a chemistry thing. Hahahahahaha. Nobody in baseball has hit quite like Pete for the first month, to include a timeliness factor with many of his smashes. Yesterday, for example. He's not getting cheap doubles down the line in garbage time. He's coming through as the heart of this club. Pay him, Steve-o.

Lindor shook off early-days rust of both bat and glove with a vengeance over the past couple of weeks. The tandem he and the Polar Bear form is strong. This is the Very Good.

Starting pitching has been as pleasant a surprise as any aspect of the 2025 Mets through 25 games. My word, have they been consistent. Nobody's going long into games -- as is prescribed. They are simply allowing 1 or 2 runs through 5 (or 0, especially in Kodai Senga's case) and keeping the pen from needing to bail them out and deplete resources. Hail to the rotation, even as they are missing two key arms.

Carlos Mendoza is masterfully managing this club. His patience seems to pay off in the long play time and again. If many of MLB's managers are playing checkers and the best are playing chess, Mendy is playing Stratego. Or maybe Risk, taking over the division with eyes on the league and all of baseball.

The Bad

Nah, not going here. I know, I've bitched about the April scuffles of Mets like Vientos, Baty, Winker, Taylor, Nimmo, and Marte. I even whined mightily about Marte ("rusty gate") yesterday afternoon right before won the game for the Mets. Each of the aforementioned guys has come through in some form or fashion over the last fortnight. 

Oh... Edwin Diaz left yesterday's game with a hip injury, and he's looked fallible. But he's also displayed some of what led to his long-term bankbuster deal. And the team says his hip is okay. So there's that.

Baseball is a long, six-month slog, and there's plenty of time for me to whine and grine about the Mets. It's what I do best. But for now, I'll stand down, Margaret. Whatever's Bad is in the trunk while the Good is cruising down the road.

The Ugly

18-7. So pretty. The end of the salad days may be nigh, but you'd never know it from me.

I'm even . . .

maybe? . . . 

starting . . . just a little . . . 

to believe . . . 

and be optimistic?

Eh. 39 years of losing in all the worst ways leaves a mark. Not quite to rose-colored glasses yet. But damn, dudes and dudettes. Let's see what 50 games in looks like!

LFGM

Like a Steam Locomotive Rollin' Down the Track

Game 24 - Mets

Mets 5, Phillies 1
Record: 17-7

Second-to-last day of vacay before returning to normal life. Sigh. Today we're headed to Sapphire Blue Hole in Eleuthera, a natural phenomenon explained here:

As such, just a quick rundown of last night.

Burgers and Bahama Mamas at Budda's [sic] Bar about 75 yards from the house, then rum and tonics as we watched the game from the house.

Oh, right, the game. Griffin Canning gave up 1 through 5, and the pen starved out the Phils batters the rest of the way. Many, this is a refrain I could get used to.

Meanwhile, the Lindor and Alonso Show continued its barrage, with 5 hits between them in some key spots. Couldn't be more fun to root for these two guys.

And Luis Torrens -- who, despite my fanfare for his early production, had been slumping at Citi lately -- came through with a 2-out, 2-run single that gave the Mets the breathing room they desperately needed after the drama of the night prior. He was fired up, and so were we.

Of note was that they intentionally walked Jesse Winker with first base open to load the bases for Torrens. This is when the missus chimes in, "That's not cool. You show them, buddy." Et Voilà.

Also fun was watching Kyle Schwarber inexplicably run halfway to second on a routine can of corn to Tyrone Taylor in CF. Taylor hurled a laser to Pete to double up Schwarber. Not heady by the other guys. Super fun for our guys. Momentum killer.

Bottom of the order still a bit lost in the batter's box, but new edition José Azócar was able to execute in the 9-spot with a pair of hits. He played for Nimmo, but if he works out (I know, I know, too soon to tell, just cool it now, Whit), he could supplant Marte as the righty bat at DH.

Former Met Zack Wheeler takes the hill against our lads this afternoon. Hoping to catch some of it after the Blue Hole. In the meantime, let's all of us in the Township just sit back for one more second and meditate on the joy we get when these likable guys play likable baseball with lovable results.

"Nothing left to do but smile, smile, smile."

LFGM

Cue the Longfellow

Game 23 - Mets

Mets 5, Phillies 4
Record: 16-7

Phew is right. 

The glass-half-full story of this game was Frankie Lindor. His two homers bookended a Winky Dinky Dog swat and provided 4 of the 5 Met runs. Huzzah, Francisco!

And that five-run lead seemed plenty to go on into the 9th. Carlos Mendoza sent Max Kranick back out to take the mound for his third inning. With the keen benefit of hindsight, Max seemed like a 2-inning guy last night. The 7th was flawless, the 8th nearly so, and the 9th was an oil spill. Double-single-single.

Enter Edwin Diaz. And Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

There was a Met reliever,

            Who was a fastball heaver,

The heat of which was torrid.

            When he was good,

            He was very good indeed,

But when he was bad he was horrid.

Diaz induced an easy flyout. Later on in the inning, he would close the game out by throwing the speedball by Trea Turner and Bryce Harper -- no slouches at all -- and making them look lost. 

Ah, but the in-between, therein lies the rub.

Bryson Stott, he of the 94 career OPS+, he of the one home run on the season coming into tonight and it was hit on March 29, he of the good glove, so-so bat... yeah, that guy. He thumped one 400 feet and out to right-center to make a 5-1 game 5-4. Indigestion ensued.

As noted, Diaz nailed it down, and I suppose that's what counts, after all. But man . . . what do we do with a problem like Edwin?

Eh. He's striking out 2 guys per inning. He's given up a couple of taters, that hurts. He had a stretch where he was walking 1 or 2 guys each outing, but he's calmed down there. He's finishing the job most every time. 

Leave him be. He's our guy. Eph the Phils. 

Also... huzzah, Francisco!

LFGM.

The Salad Days, As They Say

Games 21 and 22 - Mets

Mets 3, Cardinals 0
Mets 7, Cardinals 4
Record: 15-7

Sweeping the Cardinals in a 4-gamer any time during the season is impressive. Doing so via outstanding pitching when St. Louis came into town surging offensively is even more so. It just gives us denizens of Mets Township lots of reason to believe

Saturday, our troop of eight vacationers traveled to nearby Harbour Island for the day. It’s where the other half hangs, where Taylor Swift rents and Oprah owns. And we pop by for a quick visit. The island is 8 miles away from where we are on Spanish Wells, and here’s a quick rundown of how we traveled to get there:

• Golf cart
• Ferry
• Taxi
• Ferry
• Golf cart

That alone takes some doing and a chunk of cash to manage, and then you get to the super pricey island. It’s no accident that we stayed for just a handful of hours. We ran up a goodly bill at the Coral Sands resort with some good grub and a few piña coladas while overlooking waves of clear blue crashing down on pink sand. Naturally, amid all this beauty, Andrew and I also stared at a smartphone while the Mets shut out the Cardinals.

Senga is sharp, with 19 scoreless innings in a row under his belt. Bullpen’s airtight. And Pete continues to mash. A superb outing.

Yesterday we took a much shorter trip to the adjacent Russell Island, which coincidentally features a tiny but fun beach. (Hi, Rob!) The Sandbar and Grill hit the spot, with some painkillers and Sands Light beer washing down tuna poke and conch tacos. We left there mid-Mets-game to return to Spanish Wells and hit the beach. When Ryne Stanek closed the door on a 7-4 win yesterday afternoon, all was right in my world.

This week is inevitably coming off like a boastful, look-at-me series of posts, but as I reread some of the MLC historical scribblings as I embarked on 2.0, I really enjoyed the reminiscence of activities and aspects of my life from days long gone by. As such, incorporating travelogue into a drivel blog about the New York Mets (and the Boston Red Sox, ostensibly) is an appropriate part of the deal.

Brandon Nimmo made the defensive play of the game yesterday by robbing a home run from Jordan Walker, though Lindor flashed some serious leather on a 6–4 putout that put a damper on a burgeoning inning for the Cardinals. Frankie also mimicked his gorgeous game-winner from Friday night, leading off the bottom of the first by sending one upper deck. Add in Soto with a 3-RBI day, and these engines are starting to rev. The bottom of the lineup has started playing a lot less like the rear end of the lineup, just as Alvarez and McNeil are scheduled to return in the next week or so.

Being careful not to get too far ahead of ourselves in any way, it’s fair and reasonable to call these the salad days. I don’t preminisce that they will last forever, or even all that long, but it’s prudent to savor them while they exist.

Let’s go Mets!

Spring Like Fall

Game 20 - Mets

Mets 5, Cardinals 4
Record: 13-7

Last night felt a whole lot like last fall. In all the best ways.

Cards go up a deuce on a mostly effective (mostly) David Peterson. Okay. Bottom 5, Baty doubles (!), Taylor triples (!), and Lindor singles. All square.

Oh.

Cards tack one on top 6. All right. Vientos (!) leads off bottom 6 with a blast to left. All square.

My.

That holds for a while, then in the bottom of the eighth, Vientos singled to lead off. Acuña pinch-ran for him and stole second. Here we go. Man on second, no out.

Then this happened. 

Nimmo grounds one to Nolan Arenado, whose work with the leather this series -- and always -- is just something to sit back and admire. It's a futile and unfun activity to hit it his way at any speed and location and hope for something to go Metward.

Acuña breaks for third. Gutsy, unwise. But he gets by Arenado and is there!

And then he overslides the base. Whoops. Challenge fails, as Acuña was out. Sigh... Man on first, one out.

But then last-year-Met Phil Maton throws it awry on a pickoff chuck, and we're back in scoring position. 

Up struts Luis Torrens, and yep, that dude should be strutting these days. He's gotten a fair bit of MLC hype in this young season, and everyone in Queens is thrilled that Alvarez is inching closer, but Luis... keep on truckin'. 

Torrens doubles to left, Nimmo scores.

What'd I tell you??

God!!!!

Speaking of OMG, we watched Iglesias play for San Diego a little last night. Glad he's getting some time there, and that he landed in a good spot. Ruthlessly shrewd David Stearns didn't see the wisdom of bringing him back, and we miss the jocularity and clutch hitting. But hey... have faith.

Worth discussing further, and I'm sure we will: on to pitch the 9th with a 1-run lead, here comes Huascar Brazoban. Whither Edwin Diaz, we all wondered. Hmmm. 

Well, Brazoban has been dominant thus far, and Diaz has been... submissive? Let's do this.

2 pitches in, Brendan Donovan mashes a ball over the right-field wall. Son of a. Well, that'll keep the Metfowl clucking for a while. Crap.

He mows down the next three batters on strikes, which helps ease that sting. But that's a heavyweight gut punch.

* * * * *

After a dinner on the eastern tip of the island of Spanish Wells, our gang retreated to the house for some cards and some Cards v Mets. Andrew, my stepson Luke, and I huddle around the laptop (authentic island life has no television, mon) as of the third inning, so we were locked in when this went down. Two of the three of us grabbed another Sands Light beer and hunkered down again for what could be a long night of Metball.

Luke notes, well, at least the top of the order is coming up. Ah, the naiveté of youth. 

Andrew throws out, Lindor ends it here.

I submit to the couch full of glass-half-full, predict that Pete hits one out.

Ball 1 to Lindor.
Strike 1 looking, right down the pike.
Cutter, 91 mph, inside part of the plate.
Lindor destroys the ball into the upper deck of right field. 

We've got sunshine on a cloudy day. Moonshine on a cloudy night, whatever. Flashback to October. Bedlam. Good night.

LFGM