Showing posts with label End of Season. Show all posts
Showing posts with label End of Season. Show all posts

Sunday, September 23, 2012

You Know Why? 'Cause Ruben Tejada is THAT Good.

There Jose was. Pouting to Solano as they did their own type of walking off the field. Reyes' "replacement," if you will, had just made the same kind of contact he has been making all year. Only this time, it was on the brink of bravado. Hairston only needed to trot home as the ball headed for the left-center gapper. The kid we got playing shortstop is gonna be THAT kind of player.

Who out there truly cares that Jose Reyes is no longer a New York Met? I see nothing but awesome things in the future for both this fine young gentleman that is Ruben Tejada and The New York Mets.

We might have lost an awful lot this 2nd half (and a good amount of 2nd halves for that matter) but there are certainly winning players on this team, at least in the making. The evaluation continues. But a conclusion should be made that we ain't gettin' rid of THIS GUY.

A week and a half, folks. 4 games left at home. I'll take in 2 of those. Soak it all up. It'll be real gone real soon.



WHO. IS. JOSE?
LET'S. GO. METS.


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Friday, September 14, 2012

Back to Baseball and the Random Song of the Day

The Zeal of the Zealot opened last night and I was lucky to not have a baseball game to monitor. I will try as hard as I can to avoid the At Bat, but my phone will certainly be on standby. The game starts around the same time as the performance. I want wins, regardless of the possible turnover of players this offseason. Let's mess with the Brew Crew's chances. Let's get back to some solid baseball. Only 19 games to go. Enjoy it as much as you can, folks.

I'm off to the 2nd performance.

Here's the Random Song of the Day.



LET'S. GO. METS.


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A Rhyme for your Time in a Metsian State of Mind

With all the Verse around me
In the show put on by Fools
I had the inclination
To break all the sound prose rules.

I might not follow each and
Every scheme the Gypsy says
But I think most of you care as much
As you care about Ollie Perez.

We're not here to go over the rules
of the Iambic Pentameter
We're here to speak of our own Mets
The team we hold so dear.

What is it that makes every weakness
Be exploited all at once?
That's what we've seen in this 2nd half
That's led us to all fuss.

Four wins at home
It doesn't make sense
Track records normally show
You play winning baseball here at home
Aim for .500 on the road.

Is it the energy that Davey says 
Is like a freakin' morgue?
Could it be that the lack of fans
Has players feeling sore?

How could it be
An over-achieving team
Could fall so fast?
Why can't there be a middle ground
Instead of trying to avoid being last?

Some say certain players aren't tough enough
And while that might be true
It's not as black and white
As fans and media have in their view.

There are several different factors
Some we certainly cannot see
We may think they're crystal clear to us
But there's no way they can be.

I wish I had the answers
We all wish that we did
Some of us wish the Wilpons
Would let more of us make bids.

To some it is as simple as them
Giving up their pride and joy
They see a father and his son
Playing with the team like a toy.

But if they can recover
I say more power to them
I'd love for the Redemption Song
To include the Wilpon's Gems.

But who knows how the story will go
We didn't see this coming
We thought after the fantastic start
They'd still be in the running.

But they did what they tend to have done
Way too often over 50 years
It certainly makes it easy
For the next rhyme to include "tears."

But one day it will turn around
I know it's hard to believe
Even when the mantra of this franchise
Has been to keep "believe" up our sleeve.

I haven't been to a game in weeks
The one with Collin McHugh
I'm trying to go next Tuesday Eve
As they come home to bid us Adieu.

Regardless how this season has gone
I will certainly be upset
No matter how fed up you all get
Say it with me now...



LET'S. GO. METS.


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