Middle of the Night Stupid Score Tweet & Text Storm

I once more had to go to bed early, around 9, but now I find myself up 2 hours before my alarm, 2 o' clock or so to be exact, and went to my phone to first see two texts from my Phillies friend.

Rhys jogged very slowly around the bases.

Same pitcher, right?

Frank Franklin II/AP
Photo via Washingtonpost.com

So, I went to check the score. 6-0. That set me off on a text and twitter "rampage." No anger there, really (well, maybe some...now, that I'm proofreading and editing this...)  just a big eye roll after seeing how the Mets allowed this game to finish off. My friend was no doubt sleeping like any normal person would be at 2 in the morning, and the majority of #MetsTwitter was no doubt sleeping like any "normal people" would be. That didn't stop me from letting my thoughts be known, and now I'm up and taking advantage of the fact I need to get to work earlier than I had planned anyway 'cause #LyftLife gonna #LyftLife.

My texts. These were all sent back-to-back in real time typing, too.

Jacob Rhe

 Shame

Jacob rhame

Nice Autocorrect

I fell asleep early

Well that is stupid score

Falling asleep early was totally planned too. I'm desperate to drive.

Now I'm up earlier than my alarm by two hours but considering staying up...

Alright, you're obviously NOT so I'll stop flash flooding

 4 2/3 innings Jason Vargas. 1 run but case and point. I don't care if he's your 5th starter.  What, Gio Gonzalez REALLY can't go longer?

A couple of those made the Twitter feed as well. First, my last tweet before I went to bed.

The game is a close one for sure, but I gotta lay down earlier than the end of this one again. If I don’t hear the comeback on @metsbooth, hopefully i’ll wake up to the sweep! #LGM! pic.twitter.com/9G8J2bDYsh

— Sam Maxwell (@THE_SamMaxwell) April 25, 2019

Then, I woke up.

Well...that’s a stupid score

— Sam Maxwell (@THE_SamMaxwell) April 25, 2019

4 2/3 innings Jason Vargas. 1 run but case and point. I don’t care if he’s your 5th starter. What, Gio Gonzalez REALLY can’t go longer?

— Sam Maxwell (@THE_SamMaxwell) April 25, 2019

Then...I discovered a tweet about Daniel Murphy.

This is as #OhMurph as it gets LOLOL.. 😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣 pic.twitter.com/2rMlmWmCTz

— Mills (@MillManner) April 24, 2019

pic.twitter.com/lrV9AhNxCT

— Sam Maxwell (@THE_SamMaxwell) April 25, 2019

Then I texted the Murph tweet and finished up with this.

19LOB. NINETEEN. (****REDACTION: THIS WAS WRONG. MLB WROTE "19" ON THE BOXSCORE BUT AFTER A BACK AND FORTH ON A FACEBOOK METS PAGE, I REALIZED IT WAS A MISTAKE AND IT WAS CLOSER TO 11)

That's all. I got nothing else. I warned against a letdown game. (see basically last line of that post.) Stupid. Just stupid. You can't throw behind the opposition's back then not back it up. That game's on Mickey, as far as I'm concerned. Whatever. Day off then go get 'em.

Oh, one more thing, mets.com. 

SAVE THE HEADLINE SPIN.

I'll finish up with a pleasant distraction from yesterday.

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STUPID. METSIES.

LET'S. GO. METS.

This Converted One Seconds That, Jason Fry.

"I no longer remember the exact circumstances, but years ago there was a newspaper story featuring a Yankee fan who didn’t understand why any franchise would adopt “Ya Gotta Believe” (or one of its non-spontaneous, corporate-approved descendants) as a rallying cry. Terrible slogan, she snorted dismissively: “Believe? That’s lame. We know.”

That always struck me as a perfect way to describe the two New York fanbases, because strip away the condescension and that long-ago fan got it right.

Yankee fans expect dollars to flow and moves to be made to ensure a full calendar in October and a ticker-tape parade a month later; anything less than that is a failure, for which there will be consequences.

Mets fans? We love ticker tape as much as the next guy and gal, and we’ll take a wire-to-wire regular-season cruise that doesn’t require too much heavy breathing. But dismissing anything less than a World Series trophy as a failure? We don’t get that — it’s entitled hubris that sounds deeply and dreadfully boring.

Knowing? Where’s the fun in that? Give us wild hope and a stubborn belief that refuses to be extinguished, no matter what obstacles the baseball gods throw in our way. (Tug’s call to arms was as much battered defiance as it was optimism.) Those are the things that power our baseball dreams."

-Jason Fry, Faith And Fear In Flushing

It's remarkable to think, that come September, these two New York franchise's will most likely be playing each other during each's respective pennant races, capable of putting a thorn into the other's playoff plans. That's remarkable, it's unprecedented, and could be a preview for more interleague Subway Series games a few weeks later...

If you think I just jinxed it, I've decided to throw all caring of superstitions away. I DID say "COULD be" because that's all I know. WILL be won't be discussed here. That's where you're tempting the fates...

But who KNOWS what those FATES have in store, because after the last week, week and a half, after the last few years and the last 10 years since I joined the Metsian River midstream, I couldn't have seen ANY of that rollercoaster we just experienced coming, and none of you saw it either. The full payoff hasn't been reached yet, but it felt GREAT to finally get to THIS point after so long.

Believing is beautiful, and it's what I lost in the Yankees. I stopped believing in them once I became an adult. I saw that childlike joy lost in me as I settled into Yankee Fandom semi-adulthood, then full-fledged adulthood, or at least as what's determined by puberty and the American Law. I accepted my baseball identity at the age of 20, realizing it had been there the entire time. I am of the New York National League faith.

I wasn't able to go to any games this weekend, because I work at night, and the "stooges of ESPN" as Howie referred to them moved the game to national last night. BUT I appreciate that the Mets were able to sweep the nationals on the national stage. We're patriotic here in New York, but we aren't Nationals. We're METROPOLITANS.

Speaking of ESPN, though, they do a TERRIBLE job with their production and direction. It's always interesting to hear what the national broadcasters think of the Mets, like Curt Shilling, Aaron Boone, and what not, but the main guy isn't that good at calling, and the camera work and cut-to's are horrendous. Where was the foul pole look at Duda's home run? Why are you cutting to Bryce looking up? Don't you get access to all of SNY's good looks? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!

It's nights like that you really appreciate how great of a job SNY does with these games. At least Howie and Josh got to call the craziness of the 3rd inning, but definitely missed what Gary, Keith and Ron would have done with 3 home runs in 5 pitches.

So, first, it was the Wilmer Flores Appreciation Night on Friday.


Then it was All the Du-da Night.

Last night, the whole thing was an ENTIRE METSIAN effort. Curtis, Noah, Murph, Cespedes, Duda, Clippard, etc...


Greg Prince, of Faith and Fear in Flushing as well, might have thought he was Born Again back during the 11-game hitting streak, but it seems the entire Metropolitan fanbase was born again this weekend, and Citi Field would appear to be FINALLY christened.

That's as far as the regular season is concerned...

There's still a lot more work to do to keep the christenings coming.

THAT STARTS TONIGHT.

KEEP. ON. PUSHIN'.

LET'S. GO. METS.

No Worries. The Bat's Got it.

Hey, New York.

It's me. Matt Harvey.

Oh. Some of you haven't heard of me? Well don't worry. By June or so, you will have.

You see, my team, The New York Mets, had started looking listless. Though they played well without getting the winning runs in those last 2 Miami games, unfortunately, our first loss at home was suffered because of miscues up the middle.

Our team, well positioned after one month, exACTLY where I wanted us to be when I went on my quest to return from the darkness of the DL and lead our team towards the promised land, had not looked good over the last week of April, while the divisional opponents that were "predicted" to give us the most problems had started playing a much crisper brand of baseball.

One of those divisional opponents had beaten us SOUNDLY on Thursday night, and they had driven in a ridiculous amount of runs over the last 3 games. They were sending a man I very well know to be SICK at pitching a baseball, and that man was Max Scherzer.

How could I give up a run?

There was nowhere and no place that I could possibly give up a run to a team that had been raking the past 3 games. Why would I do that? There would be no logical sense to it.

So, our veteran of the team, Mr. Cuddyer, teed one the other way off Maxwell, and later on, Mr. Werth stumbled on what would have been a 2-0 sac fly.

But the shoes went every which way.

And I pumped my batfist into the air as we made it what would be a 4-0 win.

Because there would be no logical sense for us to go 15-9. Because things have changed around here.

You know why?

Because I'm BATMAN.

And WE Are the NEW YORK METS.

LET'S. GO. GOTHAM.

LET'S. GO. METS.

A Bolt From the Blue For Murph

Monday generally starts my weekend, with two days off as most everyone else runs off to their day jobs. I don't have a day job...other than this stuff, that and the other kind of writing; the one that's set to screen.

Then I work at night. 5 nights a week.

So, after catching up on sleep after a busy end to my week that is your weekend at Two Boots Hell's Kitchen, I woke up in Flatbush Brooklyn, got some work done, and ventured out to pay a bill at Best Buy at the intersection of Atlantic and Flatbush, where Walter O'Malley had wanted a ballpark and where one currently resides in the form of the ball of basket.

(Technically, it's at the intersection of Atlantic and Fort Greene Place, but you get the drift. It seems insult to injury that there's a shopping center with a round facade that, though not at all identical or modeled after Ebbets Field in any way, invokes the feeling of a former Ballpark in Brooklyn.)

As the Mets game got started, I had no headphones with me, nor did I want to buy any. So, like it was 1952 and I was walking around with my transistor radio, I hugged Prospect Park on the outside, starting at Parkside Ave, and heading up the Southwest street.

With fantastic sunset skies complementing the great houses of row, town and single family-style, that face the park, the game moved unbelievably on its way.

Prospect Park is not a perfect rectangle like its contemporary, Central Park, but perfectly fits what a city that's shaped like Brooklyn should have as its main nature-fabricating hub. In fact, the designers of both Central and Prospect, Frederick Law Olmsted and Calvert Vaux, cared more for their Brooklyn masterpiece when it was all said and done. So, the street of Prospect Park Southwest is basically split up into two different long straight stretches that curves off somewhere in the middle. After having taken off around the beginning of the game, it must have already been the 4th inning when I turned onto Prospect Park West, which is at the top of the slope that heads to the park, otherwise known as the neighborhood of Park Slope. The game moving feverishly along, I had no idea the peak of aesthetics I was headed towards, though about a half hour or so before the peak of last night's game.

Though there had of course been some great skies already on this journey, the level that it got to by the time I got to the Flatbush/Atlantic intersection, where the Ebbets Field flagpole stands in front of Barclays, was absolutely breathtaking. I could tell there was a BBall game, since people were still scalping, but the place outside the arena was rather subdued, and I soon found out it was around the end of the first half, with Atlanta leading the new Brooklyn ballsquad. Around this same time, Dillon Gee must have had like 2 pitches through 7.

Eventually, I met up with a friend and found myself at Pork Slope, where Playoff Sports, of Hockey and Basketball type, were on, and not April Baseball in Miami. I understood. And I turned the radio off as to not be rude to my friend nor the patrons around us. Gameday it would have to be.

And the Gee ride was done. The Marlins struck first, and all I saw was, "In Play, Run(s)," words that only look good together when it's a report about your Mets team.

Luckily, Carlos Torres was able to slay the Giancarlo Beast on one pitch, and we were onto the 9th a lot sooner than any of us thought we'd arrive.

I had been actively conversing and balancing attention towards the game, and I believe I maintained it when the Live-Look-In was presented to me. Steve Cishek was the Marlin closing, someone I remember us handling in Miami once upon a time when Kelly Shoppach was on the team (he singled up the middle to give us an eventual 3-2 win back in 2012.) That one comes to mind occasionally, but it wasn't that fact that made me believe we could comeback. It's the 2015 New York Mets.

What an AB by Juan. I couldn't help it and uttered, "Yes!" out loud. Duda walked, and the Live-Look-In was done. Are you freakin' kiddin' me?! Right NOW?!

I was left to watch the gameday feed for Murphy's AB. Those words, however, that we saw earlier, entered the screen once more, this time on the proper side of things.

"In Play, Run(s)."

FANTASTIC!! I thought the game was tied.

I waited...and waited...

"Daniel Murphy homers (2) on a flyball to right field."

Alllllllriiiiiight.

I enjoyed some tater tots. What a night that ended a lot quicker than I expected.

And Brooklyn won, too.

No matter what, Brooklyn always wins.

Let's Go Knicks though...😁

And LET'S. GO. METS.

Funkin' Out at the Citi on the Eve of 42

Last night, sitting in section 121, I brought somebody who had never been to a baseball game before. Someone who as well didn't know too much about the sport. They come from the world of Rounders, a baseball relative. Man, did they get their fair share of good ol' fashioned New York-American baseball filled fun, after passing by Ebbets Field with them earlier and explaining that a ballteam used to play there, including a certain man named Jackie...

At Citi Field on April 14, 2015, we were loud, we were raucous, rambunctious...there were home runs, there were hit batsmen, there was retaliation, there was a manager ejection...there was cheering, there was shouting, there was shouting loudly at Frenchy, welcoming Mr. Jeff Francouer back for a few games...there were injuries, there were replacements, there was Anthony Recker, a backup catcher/off-the-bench masher, playing at 3rd base, there was David Buchanan of the Phillies becoming Metropolitan Public Enemy #1...

And of course, it was Harvey Day, grinding out the win after admittedly getting fastball heavy on the day he stepped back on the Queens mound for the first time since 2013.

What a first game of baseball to take in.

The atmosphere at Citi Field is changing right before our eyes. Yes, our Captain went down last night, but he made the mature decision he didnt make in 2013 to not try and play through the pain. And what is hopefully for two weeks only, the guys around him who are all of a sudden veterans will pick up the slack. And if he's out longer, I firmly believe that this team won't miss a beat.

One of the things I loved about last night was how the entire stadium started chanting "Terry, Terry..." when he started getting into it with the umpire, and I had never seen us rally around Terry like that before. Many fans, myself EXTREMELY INCLUDED, have been harsh critics of Terry's in-game managing. He of course has been extremely vocal about how confident he and everybody is that the time has come. Last night, you saw, in the flesh, that emotion, the feeling the time has come, manifest itself in Terry and in the fans. Though I've been tough on the guy, I'll give him the benefit of the doubt if they keep grinding it out like this.

The time has come.

Funk out in the Orange and Blue.

LOCK. IT. DOWN. NIESE.

LET'S. GO. METS.

I STILL Don't Know How We Won That Game

There I was...writing the recap for Rising Apple when all of a sudden Daniel Murphy hits a 2-run home run.

You can see the vitriol I was swimming in from the beginning of the piece...and you can see where I was utterly amazed that the Mets showed any life at all. I actually wrote, "Then...wow, Daniel Murphy hit a 2-run home run."

I think the play of the 9th inning, other than the Murph jumpstart, was the Bobby Abreu ball off Chase Utley's glove. If you didn't see the play, well, Chase basically over-dove it. Chase could have easily made that play. Way to make contact there, Bobby, 'cause with the amount of LOB we had this weekend (Over 35), clearly we hadn't been making enough contact with runners on and less than 2 out.

And gotta give it to Ruben Tejada, for swinging at a 1st-pitch fastball, something they don't often do on this team, and lining it into left. He's been in the doghouse, so way to come through.

Honorable mention in this piece has to go to Chris Young as well, who got two key hits late, and put some good swings on the ball for those hits.

So, my frustration was cooled a bit. Just a bit. Do I still think that Terry Collins shouldn't be the manager of this team at some point, and sooner rather than later? Absolutely, and my friend Danny Abriano speaks for me in this piece right here. But it was nice for a nice Mother's Day surprise after taking care of it last Father's Day. And HEY! We were a much better team the rest of the season after that...maybe it happened a little earlier this year...you know...before we are 15 games under .500....

So, now we head to the Bronx to take on those Yankees. We are 17-19. They are 19-17. Interesting. Zack Wheeler will take on Carlos Beltran at some point. And maybe Curtis Granderson can REALLY turn it on by practicing in his old stomping grounds. Though I always expect that the Yanks will take more advantage of their joke of a ballpark than we do, but then again, we are riding a 4-game winning streak against the team! But Fastball-Bartolo in that ballpark frightens me...

Time to take the 4 train, True New Yorkers.

LET'S. GO. NL.

LET'S. GO. METS.

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Flashback: R.A. Dickey & Mets Get Out of a 2011 Inning

We are in the thick of the 2013 Hot Stove season, with the Mets wheelin' and dealin' trying to improve this ball club.

This Monday morning, however, I want to start randomly taking a look at some clips I've taken over the years that I took way too long to go through and randomly turn into a clip on Youtube.

I don't know how often I'll do this, but the point behind it is that even in the losing seasons, the years people keep saying have been tough on Mets fans, are still indeed worth it. In this game of baseball, there's always memories that will last a lifetime. Even though the overall record was not ideal, the little details, the little moments, are still so awesome to soak up.

Enjoy this little clip of R.A. Dickey and the 2011 New York Mets.

And enjoy your week as well.

METSIE. BASEBALL.

LET'S. GO. METS.

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Fallin' Asleep Early & Wakin' Up to a Win

I was pretty conscious through it being tied 5-5. It's such a nice feeling just laying back and listening to WFAN, and though you of course want to stay up and hear the action as a fan, it's a lovely thing to fall asleep to.

So is waking up and seeing the final score as 10-6.

I'm not sure if I was up for the Sac Fly by Murph to make it 6-5, but I kinda remember it.

I definitely wasn't up for the Byrd's Grand Slam.


Nice to see that this San Francisco Treat will round out with a day game...and with Zack Wheeler facing his former team at that.

Tune in 3:45PM EST.

LET'S. GO. METS.

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I'm tired of writing about loss after loss

So, I won't say much about last night's 6-3 loss at the hands of those Baby Bears.













Told you.

And the Irony is Lost on Mo One (Badum...)

As I arrived home with the radio in my ears and Mo on the mound, I certainly thought how ironic it would be that the Mets, who honored him with throwing out the ceremonial 1st pitch, would see him save Matt Harvey's 1st loss of the year. The combination of Mo's track record (along with the Citi Field 300th save he knotted) and the Mets offense's ineptitude lately, one can imagine how little faith ye could have that what went down would go down.

But it certainly was a beautiful thing to hear, and lovely to watch as the highlights rolled in. 

I may even watch the condensed game in a little.

But for now, I got a little self-promotion to deal with:

The following is my new site regarding a premium cable period piece dramatic series called Bedford & Sullivan, a show about Brooklyn, it's Dodgers, and how both were affected by the rapid transition into Modern America. Read all about what I have in mind and where we stand.

http://bedfordandsullivanbrooklyn.blogspot.com/

4 NYY/NYM Games in a Row Makes So Much More Sense

Heading to Ninth Avenue Vintner to start my shift at 5, Yankee fans and Met fans alike headed to the Times Square subway, commencing 4 days that let's the novelty not have a chance to wear off. "Get it done in Queens, and then in 2 days we'll head to the Bronx"; so much more sense than, "Let's get it done in Queens, and then in about a month we'll head to the Bronx." A week of New York Baseball, then let's split up till either next year or in a miraculous Subway Series this October. Perfect.

And what a way to start it off than with another emotional come-from-behind victory over a rival. These kinds of games are what help endear the Mets to us, and more often than not when the 2013 New York Mets have won at home (which doesn't seem all that often, does it?)  they have done it in dramatic fashion. They've been so listless lately, though, that these kinds of games come as a surprise to us. Jon Niese's performance, however, is not surprising, because I didn't think we had all that much to worry about with my fellow southpaw, even though he clearly had some things to correct and settle into. He had another bad inning last week, but the start before that combined with last night warrants much optimism that Jon Niese will be what he knows, the team knows, and we know he can be.

And I don't think we can overstate Daniel Murphy and David Wright's roles on the New York Mets.
(nice catch, by the way, Brett Gardner. Couldn't take that go-ahead RBI single away from Murph, though.)

Nice to win a game before Harvey Day, ain't it?



Anyway, new blog dropping later, so keep your eyes peeled for that.

Let's. Go. Mets.

A very satisfying win

It's becoming routine on here to say I could only Gameday the Mets, but so is how it currently goes.

I looked up once and it was 3-3. I looked up twice and it was 4-3. 

Great series win before heading home for a heavy-hitting series against the Reds.

So, uh...what's with catchers hitting?

I didn't know they DID that.

Great job by Anthony Recker in his first start as a Met. Got us on the board after no at bats all week. When your main catcher is going so well, clearly you're going to keep him goin'. But Recker did exactly what you want your back-up catcher to do. Now, I'd like to see Terry get him some pinch-hit at-bats, without then inserting him into the catching position to keep Buck in the game. With the potential power Recker has, Phillie would be good looks for him in the pinch-hitting role this week.


Murph. That is all.

What is so interesting about Ruben Tejada running for 3rd in the 9th inning was that I thought he was a dead duck. The thing about being aggressive, and especially on weaker arms, is that their composure might be torn. And the throw was nowhere near being converted into an out.

That Jose Fernandez was nasty, and had the Mets in their first looks completely off balance.

Had the bullpen not done their job, we would most likely not be talking about a Mets 7-run come-from-behind win. Nice job by the whole team to put together the W.

Byrd might not ever hit like he used to, but the way Terry is mixing and matching, everyone might end up doing their part. Great hit, and nice job taking advantage of the oddly-brought-in infield.


Looking forward to the 1st Phillie series of the year. I'm not hesitant to say we have the edge in the opener with Matt Harvey going against Roy Halladay, but of course maybe we should be weary of being too overconfident every time Matt Harvey takes the mound this early in his career. And maybe we should be weary of being too overconfident that Roy Halladay won't figure out how to be crafty without his velocity by the time he faces the Mets.

But then again...

LET'S. GO. METS

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A Metsian Rundown with 6 Days Left

All of you might very well know all the information I am about to spew, but I figured as the days to opening day dwindle down, I would give an up-to-the-minute rundown of what's going on with our Metsies.

The Mets informed Pedro Feliciano that he would not be on the Opening Day team, and because of new Collective Bargaining rules, Pedro could have either accepted the Minor League assignment or opted out of his contract and looked for a Major League job. Luckily for our left-handed depth, he has accepted the assignment.

David Wright has been swinging the bat well in the cages and will hopefully be playing in Grapefruit games at some point this week, and if all goes well he'll be running out on that field come Monday against the Padres in Flushing.

Daniel Murphy has been playing in Minor League games, and will continue to do so with the hopes he can trot on out there come Monday. He will not play in any Grapefruit games because if he reaggravates the oblique in those then the DL stint cannot be retroactively dated. Hopefully he is out there on Monday, but it is still disappointing that Murph couldn't have a normal spring for a change, now that he has settled into 2nd base.

Travis d'Arnaud, whom I thought the Mets might consider heading north with had Wright and/or Murph not been ready for Opening Day, was finally sent back over to the Minor League side yesterday. I GUARANTEE if he continues to play as well as he has been playing that we will see him by the end of April. Hopefully it all goes smoothly out in Sin City...

Matt den Dekker unfortunately broke his wrist, so any talk of him joining the roster gets thrown out the window (he needed more hitting seasoning anyway.) Luckily he will not need surgery and just has to wear a brace for 6 weeks.

It's Orange and Blue.

With Shaun Marcum's status in limbo, it makes sense that the Mets would look at our old friend Chris Young, who has opted out of his Minor League deal with the Nats.

Yesterday, Dillon Gee, after a few rocky spring starts, fine-tuned himself and kept the Braves hitters extremely off-balance, giving up no runs and striking out 7 in 6 innings of work. I recapped the Mets 7-4 win over at Rising Apple.


And there you have it- some of the more important information coming out of the Metsian universe with 6 days left before Opening Day. 

It's lovely to say that.

It'll be even lovelier to say "5 days..."

And so on and so forth...


Tune into SNY at 1 today for the Mets and the Cardinals.

Here's the Song of the Day.

FIVE. MORE. DAYS. NOW.
LET'S. GO. METS.

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Soaking up the 162nd

In the middle of the last Orange and Blue game of the season, I heard of Josh Hamilton's mishap in Oakland, CA, that not only capped his team giving up a 4-run lead they had early, but capped the crazy charge those A's had down the stretch to yank the division from Texas' grasp. I decided to put the game on my dad's Ipad and spent the rest of the Mets' win with OAK/TEX in the foreground with the volume down. I couldn't even hear how crazy the crowd was, but I could certainly see it; A sold out sea of Green and Yellow cheering as loud as they could for their Amazin' A's.

The Mets game had many highlights (which I will probably watch on loop at some point tonight.) Andres Torres homered; Jeremy Hefner continued to make his case for a role next year with another great start; Scottie Hairston got his 20th home run; Ike Davis made it an even 90 RBI with an opposite field shot for his 32nd home run of the year; Daniel Murphy made a sick snare on a hard hit ball to his left (which I wish was an mlb.com video); Ruben Tejada had a 3 for 5 day; and the bullpen didn't blow it. All great individual awesomeness that combined for the Mets' 74th win of the year.

By the time the OAK/TEX game was 2 out in the 9th, I paused Bobby Parnell in our own last inning (who had a couple crazy ricochets that got converted into outs) and turned the volume up on the West Coaster. The intensity, the excitement, the every-cliché-word-that-describes-the-Oakland-crowd in that moment was something I very much craved. I imagined that sold out sea of Green and Yellow as a crazy Citi ocean of Orange and Blue, and for the first time this September yielded to everybody else's definition of Meaningful September Baseball. I had tried to rationalize our September all...well, September, calling every game meaningful in the evaluation of every player we had. And I still believe this is the way it's supposed to be, that this is the journey this franchise is meant to be on and when we're ready for what Oakland just went through it will be that much more...Amazin'. And look how long it took the A's to get back to this point. But MAN, I wanted what they had in the worst possible way as I watched Coco Crisp grab the last out, he, his teammates and the entirety of the Oakland fanbase going absolutely insane.

After about a minute, I turned the volume back down and pressed play on our Metsies. The last handshakes and fist pounds and high fives of the year were very bittersweet, and certainly not just for every Met fan tuning into that moment. I could see how tight knit those 2012 New York Mets were as they greeted each other for the last time, a cancerous clubhouse certainly not the reason for the failings of the 2nd half.

Many highs, many lows, and many inbetweens. There will be plenty of time to process it all, but for now we say goodbye to the 50th Anniversary season of the New York Metropolitans. Thank you to the 2012 Squad for giving me memories and thrills that will last a lifetime. And thank you to each and every one of you who tuned in, supported me and pushed me further than I ever thought I would go in my first season of blogging. My life has been effected for the better by becoming this much more apart of the New York Metsian family.

We shall reconvene in the 'morrow.

LET'S. GO. BASEBALL.

LET'S. GO. METS.

 

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