Live for Today

Game 22 - Mets

Mets 7, Phillies 4
Record: 10-12

Doing a little liveblogging from the MLC satellite office in Norfolk. And in the time it took me to type that, Jose Reyes grounded routinely to first. Nothing like setting a tone and sending a message. 26 outs left.

Chan Ho Park on the mound?? I . . . I'm gonna shut up. I want to say something, but I know it's gonna come back to haunt me.

After a four-pitch walk to Alex Cora, here comes Daniel Murphy. Really? Awesome. Love this kid. On a related note, David Wright has changed his at-bat music to Old 97's "The New Kid."

Home run, Daniel Murphy! 2-0, Mets.

I tell you again
Don’t get too settled in
Oh, you will be replaced
You will be replaced
By the new kid

Beltran walks, Dee-Dub walks on 4 straight. Good to hear you, Phillie phaithphul.

As an aside, I have the Phillie booth on Extra Innings tonight. They're fine, not bad, but not close to Harry Kalas. Weird not to hear him . . . and to know he's not just taking the middle innings off.

3-0 on Church. Makes you wonder what the hell Reyes was swinging at.

Two gifts from the man in blue. 3-2 count. Please, give to UNICEF instead.

And now a 3-6-1 DP. Only the New York Mets could get a mere two runs out of that debacle of an inning from Chan Ho. No, we couldn't possibly. All right, if we have to, we'll take 2. But that's it, okay?

Pelf on the hill for the Metmen, returning to the rotation after being injured/sucking. Pelf, in case it hasn't been made obvious, we need you.

And the Phils announcers show that a DW baserunning quirk helped the Phils turn the DP. Sweet, Dave.

Philly gets 1st & 3rd on an Utley plunk (heh heh) and a Howard hit, but Jayson Werth grounds out easily to third in the spot in the PHL order Pat the Bat used to occupy. Boy, am I glad Burrell's in the AL now. Inning over.

Tatis singles. Santos doubles. Ramon Castro gets on Orbitz for one ticket to Oblivion (airport code: OBL). 2 sac flies (including a near-the-wall shot by Pelf), and it's 4-0. THIS IS A LEAD OUR TEAM BLOWS.

Sorry.

But it's true. Up four runs early is like being down four late for the Mets.

Beltran walks (keep taking, lads), Wright offers a bad swing at a worse pitch and double to left-center. Booth boys illustrate that a half-decent curveball would've left D-W flailing.

Intentional walk to Tatis to get to Omir Santos. Wow. Castro now on Expedia. Nothing round-trip available . . .

Sac fly to shallow right. Awesome baserunning by Beltran to score, but he has the worst body English in baseball. He was clearly safe, but just got the foot in by a fraction of the second, then popped up and looked at the ump as if to say, "Was I safe? I honestly do not know." Get up clap your hands, make it no mistake that hell, yes, you were safe. Come on, dude. 5-0.

Shpeedy Shane Victorino singles. Pelf throws it away on a pickoff move for his first career error. Tatis looked as though 1B was not his natural position, although, to be fair, at this point in his career, I'm not sure he has a "natural" position any longer.

And Pelf gets dinged for three runs in bottom 3. Free passes hurt, but Pelfrey just wanted to fit in with the rest of the Mets' staff in the clubhouse. 5-3. The whole lead-blowing thing now seems pretty obvious, eh?

Mets come right back and go 1-2-3. A clockwork orange and blue.

Beltran doubles, and while stealing third, Dee-Dub singles him in. Bad acting job be damned, Carlos Beltran is starting to carry this club on his back, and I'm not sure I'd ever thought I'd say that. 6-3.

Raul Ibanez makes a second catch in left that Pat the Bat Not Glove . . . hmmm, no way.

David Wright tagged out trying to steal. Hey, gotta keep Chan Ho in this game somehow. Doing the little things, as they say.

And Tatis doubles again. Dave, what you're doing on the basepaths . . . I'm not seeing it.

The Phils walk Santos intentionally, reading the lineup card right this time. Pelf comes up, and Uncle Charlie yanks Chan Ho. Not a lot of faith.

And Pelfrey knocks one into right off Chad Durbin for another RBI! Ha! Charlie Manuel will explain it later with a fishing analogy that has no analogous merits. 7-3.

Jose Jose Jose proves that he doesn't just open up innings with outs (twice tonight), he ends them, too. That is versatility, friends.

Did You Know??? Phillies GM Ruben Amaro Jr. used to be the Phillies' batboy. How about that?

Top 6, Beltran walks and steals with two down, DW grounds to third. Have a bad feeling about the bottom of this inning.

The Mets' 5-4-3 machine is missing 3's like Rob in our intramural days. Now with one out and runners on first & second, Jerry Manuel comes out and pulls Pelf.

. . . for Pedro Feliciano. Now I really have a bad feeling about this inning. Crap.

Weird play, and the Mets got lucky. Grounder to Reyes, who bobbles it and throws it hideously in the dirt near D-W and the sliding runner, skipping on by towards the dugout. But it stays in play, and Santos expertly snags it, so the runner can't score . . . unbeknownst to Greg Dobbs, who'd rounded second and found himself within a few feet of Chris Coste at 3B. After a horrible-looking pickle with nearly wild throws that was reminiscent of T-ball and followed not a single one of the fundamental rundown rules (let it suffice to say that they ended up tagging Coste out at home), the Mets are very fortunate too get that out.

And the Phils dribble that opportunity away. 7-3 after six, and only their dunder-headed play keep the Mets from proving my uneasiness more than just withdrawal symptoms.

Jerry Manuel bats Pedro Feliciano with one on and two gone in the 7th. Hmmm. And he walks! It brings Jose Reyes to the plate, who launches one to deep left pitcher's mound. 3 down. Jose knows how to book-end an inning tonight, baby.

Feliciano rewards Jerry's faith by hanging an 0-2 cheesy poof that leadoff hitter Chase Utley deposits in the right-field seats.

Did You Know??? Mets manager Jerry Manuel is going to be the Mets' batboy. How about that?

In Feliciano's defense, like Murph's HR in the first, that ball doesn't leave many parks in the majors, minors, or our men's softball league. In my defense, Pedro Feliciano does this to us seemingly all the frickin' time. 7-4.

Feliciano settles down and gets the Mets out of the 7th. Now someone get him out of the game before the 8th.

Uneventful 8th and top 9. Here comes Frankie. And down they go. A very nice lack of drama.

Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers

Games 99 through 106 - Mets

Mets 8, Pirates 4
Mets 6, Pirates 3
Pirates 8, Mets 4
Nationals 6, Mets 2
Mets 3-5, Nationals 1-6
Mets 5, Nationals 0
Brewers 4, Mets 2 (13 inn.)
Record: 59-47

It's been an abysmal fortnight for blogging for your heroes at Misery Loves Company, but a damn good time, let us assure you. There's about six days worth of hangover in the past two weeks, which tells you something about the back-to-back long weekends. Lots of gamesmanship, not much sportsmanship, and enough cold lager to turn a battleship around.

We come to you live from Miller Park, appropriately enough -- not literally, but the magic of satellite television has us going pitch by pitch as Tom Glavine makes his bid to be the latest, and perchance the last, 300-game winner in the major leagues. Game on. I'll do what I can to fill in the gaps of the last week and cover the trade "deadline" (as accurate as the "second half") as we go on. In truth, it'll be all I can do to stay on topic. The fog from FlynnFest 2007 in Bethesda, MD is just now lifting. Stay tuned.

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Crap. The daggone Milwaukee booth is calling the game on Extra Innings. If only Uecker could take the telecast tonight instead of radio.

Not exactly ominous for either a milestone win for a Met or an enjoyable evening for a Met fan. They led off with the tone-setter that this homestand was big because the Brewers were blowing their lead on the Cubs. Oh, and something about 300 somethings or something. Crap.

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Facing Jeff Suppan. Vague recollections of wishing him drawn, quartered, and socked in the nuts last October. Off-season hypnotic therapy wearing thin...

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New Met Luis Castillo batting second. I'll have more to say about him, but before he takes his first swing for our guys, let me just say that I'm not a fan. He hits for average. Power, speed, range at second are either diminishing rapidly or were never there. But I was very wrong about Oliver Perez last year, so let's have a look-see before we naysay too much.

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One frame gone without much to report. Suppan once again seems rather Rubik's-like to the Mets, and TG is throwing too many pitches early. Color me unsurprised. Time for another beer. Color my wife unsurprised.

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The spotlight on Glavine was sponsored by the Piggly Wiggly, now there's an ad that says "Tater Talk" with a head chef named Jerry Garcia. God bless the Midwest.

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Walking Tony Graffanino to get to the pitcher is like going commando in a mild acquaintance's borrowed burlap britches when you've got a drawer full of skivvies. You didn't need to do it, and you may well get what's coming to you.

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Glavine evades any damage, however (it helped that Suppan bunted foul with a pair of strikes), and we're scoreless after three. Onward we go, Castillo leading off.

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And Castillo blasts one to the on-deck circle for out number one. Sweet.

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Who's the black private dick who's a sex machine with all the chicks? Shaft!
Who's the only guy that's gotten on through twelve batters for the Mets -- and done it twice -- and just went first-to-third on a wild pickoff attempt that culminated with a head-first slide? [sigh] Wright!

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Mr. Green . . . with the very slow bat . . . in the conservatory. Three outs.

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Walks will always always always cost you, but what am I telling Tom Glavine that for? He's issued close to 1,500 free passes in his career, and every one of them cost him. Well, almost. A double and a groundout after the walk give the Brewers the lead.

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Here's what constitutes a "great at-bat for Kevin Mench," according to the announcers:
Ball 1
Ball 2
Ball 3
Strike 1 (looking)
Ball 4

Really?

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Home plate ump Brian Gorman is squeezing Glavine just a tad -- make no mistake, when Glavine was a Brave I'd have applauded it. He did miss a couple of calls on earlier pitches, now TG and Castro make grimaces about a ball that looked fairly outside. Gorman gets angry -- not the most fearsome Gorman ever to get mad at a Brewers game, but not what we need. As Piazza would say, "Just play baseball."

Oh, and if you want to see a very silly cartoon that mentions Gorman Thomas, go here.

1-0, bottom 5.

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Teege settles down for a 1-2-3 inning, culminating with a swinging strikeout by Corey Hart. It was like Hart was wearing . . . oh, I just can't. The guy could make the Hall of Fame, and I'd still think of the Canadian rocker; a little like that Browns wide receiver Michael Jackson, it's just hard to make a name for yourself with that name. (He did make a nice charging dive earlier -- he never surrendered.)

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Might as well take a second to mention the other deals in the division. The Phils got Kyle Lohse and Tadahito Iguchi; I like the latter guy a lot better than the former, though I'm not sure where he goes when Utley returns. Meanwhile Teixeira to the Braves is big-time trouble for those of us in Metville, make no mistake. That's a huge acquisition, and we can only hope for an Alomarian plummet down the stairs, though the manhole, and into the sewer. Meanwhile Octavio Dotel seems to have impressed people once again, but I remember the former Met prospect as a guy who, when it's most on the line, crumbles like a . . . crumb cake. Benitezese, if you will. And yes, clinically speaking, I am projecting my own horrific memories in a very obvious way right now. Somebody, somehow, has got to pay.

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Reyes doubles, Castillo bunts him over, and Dee-Dub comes through once again, tying the game with a chopper over the drawn-in infield. Nice.

Delgado singles to left, Wright makes it to third (as if trying to single-handedly carry Tom Glavine to 300), and Alou sac flies him in. 2-1. Nicer.

I was just wavering between "Mr. Green . . . with the creaky swing . . . in the conservatory" and "There's a rumor making its way through the Township that Shawn Green's bats are actually emblazoned with 'Lousiville Tapper'" when he belted one to right-center. Alas, though Delgado's batting average has quietly crept northward, so have his time trials. Gunned at the plate on a ball that missed the cutoff. Ugh.

2-1, though. So you're sayin' there's a chance.

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Well, shut my mouth. Shawn Green just dove headlong into the side of the stands to make a terrific catch -- on a ball that, if the ball landed fair, would've been at least a game-tying hit if it'd dropped. He might not know where the hell he is right now, but that there is some guts.

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Tom Glavine lines a 2-2 pitch to third that gets knocked down and thrown awry -- first and second, one out. A nice piece of hitting by any standards.

Then Reyes sends the first pitch to centerfield, and here's part of why we love this kid. He gets to first to load the bases, and the first thing he does is break a huge grin, point at Ramon Castro at third base, and laugh heartily at Castro's ice wagon wheels for not scoring on the play. Mirrored my thoughts, and I laughed out loud. Love that guy.

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Of course, if Castro had anything resembling footspeed, I would have gladly forgone the moment of levity for that run. He gets stranded when Luis Castillo rockets one to deep, deep shortstop and David Wright proves imperfect, if only slightly. 6-4, short to second. 2-1, Mets to Brewers. 6-1, beers to ballgames.

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Just a follow-up on Octavio Dotel. Check out the sponsorship on his Baseball-Reference page. Yikes.

Oakland Committee to Impeach Octavio Dotel sponsor(s) this page.	You can sponsor a page. Page Expires: 2007-09-30 Alert Me!
Our stance is that Octavio Dotel is the worst closer of alltime and a disgrace to the Green and Gold. September 23, 2004 - the day the 2004 season really ended for Oakland.

Note that the link goes to an e-mail account named dotelheartattack@aol.com. Uh, dudes . . . if there's really a "committee" and not three dropouts doing whippets in Aunt Ruth's basement in San Leandro . . . you might want to look for a more positive message in all that you do.

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Oh, boy. Damian Miller singles to lead off the seventh and Glavine is gone. A fine outing for his first bid at the big number, and the Milwaukee faithful tip their caps. Nice, Milwaukee.

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In comes Aaron Heilman, and this beer is suddenly giving me a headache.

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Wow! Heilman induces (and Delgado executes perfectly) the 3-6-3 DP, and there are quickly two down. Craig Counsell, whom I've always wanted to go away, beats out a bunt thanks to Ramon Castro's caterpillar-like quickness behind the dish. But Corey Hart . . . well, he just grounded out. To the 8th we go . . .

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Well, that didn't take long. Heilman gets screwed when he jams the hitter and Reyes nearly makes a great play in the not-that-shallow outfield over his shoulder . . . and the outfielders aren't even in the screen. Then Feliciano hits Prince Fielder and Mota throws a meatball to Bill Hall, who ground-rules Tom Glavine out of his 300th win.

Nice work, pen. There will be nights that matter a lot more than this, wins we need rather than individual accomplishments. Let's hope at that time that you look moderately serviceable. Tonight . . . not so much.

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Luis Castillo has a chance to deliver the go-ahead run with Reyes on 2nd and 2 down in the 9th. Eh. He doesn't.

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Enter Jorge Sosa. Relieving. This should be interesting. 4 pitches, 1 walk. On the first pitch I swear you could hear Uecker call, "Juuuust a bit outside."

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Laughable -- the announcers, after destroying Brian Gorman when -- well, all night but especially after he rung up Damian Miller on a supposed foul tip when the ball clearly hit the dirt, just made the correction: Chad Fairchild is behind the plate tonight. Gorman is at first. Brian Gorman should meet these guys after the game tonight and settle it with some bare-knuckle brawling.

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Oh, my. The Mets, by all rights, should have lost that game, but Jorge Sosa, the defense, and some bad swings gave them new life. Milledge dove for what was termed "an unbelievable catch" by our esteemed play-by-play fellow, but what amounted to a good grab on an iffy dive on a questionable jump. No matter -- he made the play.

EXTRAS.

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Wow. Milwaukee reliever Matt "Putting Me In Was Not" Wise came in and threw 10 straight balls. A Bronx cheer to Ned Yost, who yanked him before we at home had a chance to do the "Ball Four / Ball Eight / Three Walks on 12 Straight Pitches" bit. Woulda fit so perfectly with the earlier Harry Doyle moment.

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Sonuvabitch. Moises "That B"Alou just swung on a Ball 4 that would have loaded the bases, instead giving the Brew Crew a 6-4-3 inning-swinger. Not veteran. Veterans Stadium, maybe.

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For the second time in the game, Lastings Milledge has Kelly Leak-ed Alou. He called for a routine fly right at Alou. Alou may be old and just blew the offensive chance, but Lupus he ain't. Inning ended. To the 11th we go.

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And to the 12th. Close calls by David Wright and then Prince Fielder, but nothing doing. Another diving catch by Milledge. And most surprisngly, a single by David Newhan. (When did he . . . ? Never mind.)

Come on, boys, I only came here to do two things, watch a Mets win and drink some beer. Looks like we're almost outta beer.

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Looks like I came here only to drink some beer. Aaron Sele gives it all he's got but gives up a two-run, game-ending jack to Geoff Jenkins. Good night.

Four and a half hours for that?

Hmmm. Get the feeling that if the schedule had dictated that this game be played Monday night we might be seeing Dotel or Gagne shoring up the pen? As it is, we have a third-place bullpen and a fourth-place knack for timely hitting. And a guy who pitched a game good enough for his 300th win, only to be let down by his (current) teammates. And the Braves put up 12 tonight without Teixeira.

Can I take another week off?