More than inconsistent pitching, more than unlucky injuries, what’s given me that Sept. ’07 chest squeeze (you know the one–that dastardly tightness around the rib cage) has been watching our boys strand men on base. Don’t get me wrong–I’m not there again. I still fully believe we’re going to have a great season, and I look forward to being a part of the cheering (not booing!!!) fan base.
But come on, boys. You’ve got to do two things now. 1) Plate the runs. Even if your name isn’t Angel Pagan, try some clutch hitting. Avoid some double plays. Get the men home. Please.
2) Beat up on the 2nd tier teams. This includes the Nationals. Take the wins you’re supposed to get so there’s less pressure when you’re facing better rivals. Find whatever fire or moxie or anger or pride or whatever it takes to get you playing with heart. We know you’re a more talented team than the Nationals. So don’t let them beat you by determination alone.
Okay, boys? Get yourselves in a nice little rhythm. Then I can go back to writing things like this:
Carlos, bubbe, I love you. But why with the hair?
First of all, my mother’s family is from Figueroa’s hometown neck of the woods. Both my mom and grandma, like Figgy (and Mazz!) are Lincoln High School grads. Folks from Brooklyn always root for folks from Brooklyn. But then, who wasn’t rooting for Fig? What a likeable new Met. And what a stud on the mound Friday night. A truly enjoyable game to watch, including repeated exclamations–as one will say these days–of “Angel! Friggin’! Pagan!”
Off the field, my favorite moment of the SNY broadcast came care of Kevin Burkhardt’s interview with Figueroa’s family. If you don’t instantly love Figgy’s family, then you have Grinch-heart-syndrome.
Here’s proud daddy:
And cute-as-anything daughter, Renee:
And I was watching the game with a friend who went to Figgy’s college alma mater, Brandeis. So the Figgy love certainly spreads around.
When you are in a relationship, every once in a while, you may play the Relationship Card. Not often, mind you! But for really important occasions, you may say–“I really need you to do this thing. This time, please, no matter what you were planning to do before, this is what I need from you.”
Metsies, I am playing our Relationship Card. You must win this game. Your final Shea home opener. Against the Phillies. I really need you to do this.
Off to Shea soon! People! Cross fingers toes and hair!
And P.S. Hey, Jimmy Rollins, I’ve got a card for you too:
However, you can totally withhold the sex.
The highlight of a disappointing shortened series against the Braves may have been this “Get to know” clip of Jose Reyes. I’m not sure Fox needed to ask the scintillating question “What’s your favorite cartoon character,” but there are some truly fun moments here, including Jose singing his beloved reggaeton (he is a professional after all), Jose dancing to Soldier Boy, and the best of all, Jose thinking he’s on ESPN when in fact he’s on Fox. Love it.
And there you go–in his first trial, Ollie Perez steps up and pitches lights out. Ryan Church proves himself against lefties. The Carloses and D-Wright continue to impress. Angel Pagan keeps playing like he’s in Port St. Lucie. And fellow Brooklyn native Nelson Figeroa takes care of business in the bigs.
I’m not saying it’s always going to be like this–especially with Perez’s consistency questions–but last night our boys showed us that they’re here to win, period. Now, as we head off to face our bitter rivals in the next two series, we’ll see exactly just how deep that early season fire runs.
The only Met who could’ve given us more fire was…well…Willie. I know we had a 5-run lead at the time, and sure, we wouldn’t need the run in the end, but still. For the ump to overturn a correct call and steal a home run away from Beltran? That warrants more than a casual argument, Willie. Let your team know you’ll fight for them, this year more than any. Make the statement. I’ve never been one of the fans calling for your head, and I know it’s not your style, but throw us a bone. Once in a while, Skip, throw us a hot-headed bone.
Monday and Wednesday were both spent watching the game with many Mets friends and fellow bloggers, and it couldn’t have been more fun to have my Mets cronies around. Between Matt’s Metsblog bash at Butterfield 8 and Coop’s and my gathering at the Blind Pig, I got to experience the early season with my PSL crew Coop, Stefi, Rebecca, Dykstraw and his gf Nicole, Tracy and Ryan, as well as Matty and Regis, Corey and his gf Emily, Joe Janish, Will, Jessica, Rob, and more! All I can say is, we sure are fun
Gentlemen of the NY Mets,
In real life, nurses do not look like this. I’m not sure who started the clubhouse-wide rumor, but I assure you that if you get hurt, this chick is not what awaits you. Therefore, you should all stay healthy. Even past the 3rd game. For real.
Yes, everyone’s already calling doom and gloom because Pedro’s hurt, and don’t get me wrong, I’m upset about it too. But it’s only the beginning of the season, and I have a feeling about our “A-minus” players, as Willie likes to call them. Even though it’s interview rhetoric for the media, I honestly do think the rest of the team will step up for the injured players. They’ll pick them up some Mets. Even the pitchers.
I hope there can be some rejiggering of the rotation to get Maine in as the #2. I haven’t checked out the off-days to see how it would be possible, but I’m hoping for it.
Step it up, boys.