I mean, what else can I say? I'll quote myself from the below A Metsian Podcast: "Well, It's Groundhog Day...again. It's almost a feeling of Groundhog Day to continuously compare our fandom to that movie, but I'll tell you what? The next time I see Ned Ryerson, I'm going to punch him in the fucking face."
After taking in a game Monday in Philly, my first of the year where I actually still had a good time despite the final, I, like all other Mets fans, just kept watching the same thing over and over again, as we've been doing so for day after day, month after month, and year after year. Today should have been a day of celebration, with Tom Seaver being honored at Citi Field with the main address of 126th Street being named 41 Seaver Way. Instead, just the fact it was this far into the life of Citi Field, and Tom Seaver himself can't even take it in because he now has dementia...that they were doing it 3 hours before starting their 4th and final game against the Phillies...yet again, the ineptitude of the Wilpons are front and center. And then all we're talking about later on in the day is once more how AWFUL the Wilpons have allowed this team to be with another blown save. Today should have been a day of celebration, but instead, it is once more a reminder how how far this team is from those glory days of yesteryear, as well as the glory days of only 4 years ago. How do they expect to ever have consistent winning? There is nothing they can do to change the way this team keeps going through these peaks and valleys operating the way they continue to operate. I am exhausted talking about them, yet it is the only thing we can do because it is SO GLARINGLY this team's BIGGEST issue. We had a lot of great rants on the 30th episode of A Metsian Podcast last night, and I urge you to tune into listen to Rich, Mike and John aka Mets Daddy, as well as I, rant, rave and holler about this gloriously awful team we love to love.
I’ve been watching this team since the early 70s. That game epitomizes this franchise perfectly. Just good enough to lose in the most demoralizing fashion.
Once upon a time after we failed to sweep the Phillies at Citi Field, I was fuming over the fact the Mets had not followed up throwing behind Rhys Hoskins' back with another win to truly make an early season NL East statement. Someone on a facebook group chided me that my claims were unjust of that game "being on Mickey Callaway" after the offense failed to show up. "It's just one game" was basically the gist of what I was told. One game in 162 after winning the series. I still didn't think it was enough. Look how they've been and where they stand since they failed to sweep the Phillies. The same can be said for yesterday's game in regards to failing to back up their potential momentum-swinging win from the night before. You HAVE to follow that game up with a series victory. The Mets did not, and as Rich above on Twitter points out, it's just yet another example of how close but no cigar this team always seems to come over the course of their history. It made me think of a post Greg Prince of Faith and Fear in Flushing once made as we saw the good early vibes of 2012 slip away right before our very eyes that July. He pointed out how the Mets always seemed to find themselves with the tying or winning runs ever so close yet falling so far away. Greg in "Tick...Tick...Tick...", posting on July 22, 2012 at 2:09am (a similar time to when I am writing this), quoted another writer regarding the early Mets incarnation:
“The Mets got two runners on in the ninth, but couldn’t get over the hump, and went down to their 12th straight defeat. That was to be a Met pattern for their early years. They would get themselves into a seemingly hopeless position, only to rise up off the mat to stage a desperate rally, which invariably fell just short. In their 120 losses, the Mets brought the tying run to the plate in the last inning 56 times. Thirty-nine of their losses were by a single run. ‘He concedes defeat almost daily,’ Robert Teague wrote of the Met fan, ‘but only after the very last Met has been retired.’”—William Ryczek, The Amazin’ Mets, 1962-1969
56 times. Out of 120 losses. The difference between the worst modern record of all time and not owning that was that fine a line. And so it goes. 3-2 Padres, the tying run left on base. There are moments when you see a season slipping away. We seem to have that every day lately. Then a player like Pete Alonso makes our imaginations run wild as to the possibilities of what this team can do. I once wrote into a screenplay I'm working on a random throwaway line that I've since used from time to time in real life when someone actually asks me the following question:
"How are your Mets gonna do this year?"
"Who knows? The Mets are always a wild card, even if they don't contend for one."
The 2019 New York Mets may still contend for one. They may even contend for the division. But it becomes "just one game" too often around here.
It truly is a give and a take with this team. Every time we think they're going to run with it, they take a step back. Every time we think they're going to continue to crash and burn, they give us reasons to believe. I can only hope for consistency out of this franchise one day, though I personally have to find my own as well. I, us and they have to continue to put in the work, find the balance and get better as much as possible every single day. That's all we all can do. And that always brings me back to a familiar phrase I tend to use below.
A Metsian Podcast turns 23! LIVE at 9pm ET, we return to regroup on another day off after an optimistic series win against the Phillies. Along with Sam, Rich and Mike, Sam's Uncle Stan from Brooklyn joins to discuss his baseball history growing up in Brooklyn and what he thinks so far of the 2019 team.
Things were looking good for the first two games against the Phillies after a stumble some on the road, but after throwing behind their slugger, Rhys Hoskins, the Phillies soundly handled the Mets in the final game of the series. Do we think this year's rivalry with the team of brotherly love could get even uglier as the season goes on?
The Mets straight up passed on Gio Gonzalez. With Jason Vargas only giving them 4-5 innings, was this a smart move?
That and much more! Plus, we'll discuss the players to wear 23 in Mets history as well as the 1923 NY NL legacy seasons.
So, join us at 9pm ET for the latest edition of A Metsian Podcast! You can listen LIVE down below, or at this direct link.
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.
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
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.
After a night where I watched a game on TV for the first time all season, I was back to the radio waves, which I certainly don't mind given we have a great radio tandem in Howie Rose and Wayne Randazzo. Though you can certainly have the game on in the background when taking in SNY, the radio lends itself to multitasking better than the visual distraction that respective broadcast can be. I appreciated being able to just relax and take in only the baseball in front of me Monday night, and the Mets, who looked rather lackadaisical on the road, seemed to perk up being at home in the Citi, which is never a given the way things have gone over our ballpark's first decade.
They've had a habit lately of winning the first game only to fall flat the next two, so they needed to show us that energy Monday night was not an isolated incident. Behind the literal strength of the blossoming Zack Wheeler, they were able to carry themselves to a 9-0 win, sealing the series victory in the process. I had to head to bed around 8:30, but the radio was obviously left on, allowing me to doze off with the sounds of two homers. Firstly, Zack Wheeler's, whose jack was a beautiful sight once I was able to see the highlight this morning, taking it the other way impressively in that cavernous outfield. He took matters into his own hands earlier with a double that put us on the board, while simultaneously shutting down a Phillies team who got called out by their resident veteran, Jake Arrieta, for a lack of energy in Monday's game (as well as chiding Bryce Harper for putting himself in a position to not be an on-field factor the remainder of that game.)
When Zack is lit on the mound, he is so much fun to watch. The ball just zips out of his hands and the confidence he exudes is palpable. He has crept up incrementally on the starting pitching depth chart. Friendly competition would be lovely from Syndergaard right about now... Secondly, the last thing I consciously took in was Todd Frazier's grand slam, more or less sealing the outcome of this game. I like Frazier. There. I said it. I know people are low on him because of the large contract and his generally low batting average, but it isn't a bad thing to have a power-laden veteran of his caliber if he can obviously not be a black hole out there (whether it is starting or off the bench.) No, he should clearly not be taking AB's away from Jeff McNeil right now and I prefer McNeil's defense at 3rd rather than in the outfield. Frazier, however, is defensively a good 3rd baseman as well (even though Jeff is a McRevelation out there right now.) If they can make the mix work, more power to them. Last night, it worked wonders.
It is time to press down on the Phillies' necks and sweep this series. This is how you should be performing at home. While Jacob Rhame throwing behind Rhys Hoskins' back was, I think we can all agree, a message after a few of our batters got hit on Monday (and we lead the league in that category so far this year) we have to make sure it isn't a letdown game with the Phillies jacked to retaliate to the perceived "not fair form" and obviously with our resident worst starter on the mound in Jason Vargas.
Yesterday's 5-1 win over the Phillies was the first game all year I have been able to watch and it was a great game to have done so. Ironically, it will be a short post, relatively speaking, or as short as I can make it sitting down this morning to write, since I have to make my way upstate for a previously scheduled engagement.
I was able to relax with my aunt and uncle in Rockland County, catching these innings for the first time on the network that houses our Metsies. I've been driving around so much that I have only been able to listen to the games so far this year. What I saw on the screen was Bryce Harper get thrown out for the 12th time by a 12th different umpire. I'm not sure if that means he understands he needs to cool it the next time he is in the box with the last ump who threw him out or what. The way I see it, however, he has a history of removing himself with his behavior prematurely from contests his team desperately needs him to continue in. I would be interested to see how many of those contests the team has either won, lost and/or what the outcome was versus where the team was at the time of the tossing. Other than the tantrum, I saw a team come back from a lethargic road trip looking like how teams should look at home: reinvigorated by their welcoming fan base. The fans that stuck around after the rain delay were clearly the die-hards, and their voices rang loud and clear. Pete Alonso had a ridiculous hit that was such impressive baseballing, taking it the other way down the line to get us on the board. I know I keep saying, "I think this kid is for real," but I think this kid is for real, folks. Hits like that that I know I HAVE to embed 'cause it was so damn impressive make you confident that this slugger may not be a Dave Kingman type one-dimensional player.
Jeff McNeil kept Jeff McHitting, and I couldn't help but McOut with my McPuns on Twitter last night.
Steven Matz rebounded for an impressive win. He buckled down when the Phillies started attempting a comeback and didn't let the pressure get to his head. He did a good job of relaxing and staying within himself when sometimes he has a tendency in those moments to overthink. And in what world is Edwin Diaz NOT the closer the Mets thought they were getting? He has been absolutely nasty albeit one or two non-1-2-3 innings. A man named Andy Martino had a tweet saying more or less Diaz is still not the guy the Mets thought they were getting but um, 7 saves and a 1.04 ERA isn't what it used to be, maybe? Uh... So many impressive moments in a game the Mets needed to show that they could shake off that disappointing road trip and get back to some sound, fun baseball once more, giving this fanbase hope that this team is truly for real. Yeah, it is one game, and maybe it was 'cause it was the first game I've witnessed on screen this year live, but I had loads of fun and reminded myself that sometimes even I need to take a breath, relax and take some baseball in. Maybe I'll actually make it to a game one of these days.
See? I told you it was gonna be a "short" one...uh...
It was yet another disappointing weekend for the New York Metsies. So far, on Saturdays and Sundays in 2019, the Mets are 1-5. Sue me for the #SmallSampleSizing. For a fanbase busting their butts Monday through Friday (and sometimes through the weekend, like in my case where the most money I can make as a Lyft driver are those party days), our favorite baseball team has been anything but a respite from the work grind. Watching them has been as difficult as any job we do.
This is where it starts setting in. When you have so much to do yet so little time to do it. Part of it is your own damn fault. Um, all of it, actually. You keep adding to your schedule when you already have a lifetime of things you already haven't given enough attention. They say quality over quantity, but when you feel the pull in so many directions, whether it just be your own ADHD you were labeled with at 4 years of age or work you've already committed to, the need to follow through, no matter how one thing might suffer because your attention is elsewhere during that period is too strong to ignore.
Whether it be this blog, or that script, or that album, or this baseball, or those taxes, or that radio drama, or those Lyft miles, you have to keep pushing. I could hardly even check in on that day game the Mets lost 3-2 because this, that and the other had my attention. Baseball can be a needed, proper distraction for me, but in those moments where it cannot be your main focus, it is tough when you see a loss on the other end. The Mets are at it again. Just when we're starting to believe, they pull the rug from out under our feet. We always believe, 'cause You GottaTM, even when they're down in the 9th by 9 runs. Yesterday, they only lost by the slimmest of margins and to be honest, I don't even know how close they came to potentially tying or winning the game. It was such an important early series and they seemed to leave all their energy out there on the field around 11pm Monday night when they won in extra innings. Tomorrow is not only a good time for them to regroup with a day off before taking on...ah, jeez, and here I am not even aware of who they are facing nor where they are facing them. I'll check before I finish this post but that's where I stand at the end of the day, scatterbrained and dismayed. At least I have this gentle classical music to help get me at least attempting to focus and off to bed (even though you're reading this on Thursday.) Oh. They're going to St. Louis. Well...at least I know I have an extra hour to prepare for baseball. Bring on the Central.
I was trying to take the signs as the arrived my way. Staying positive can sometimes be difficult but you need to not only do so for yourself, but I believe it helps others to push that positivity outwardly. Pay it forward. Some find that annoying, but obviously, there is a balance involved.
I was trying to hit a certain level of money for the week on my Lyft application so I could lay that foundation and go from there. After my lunch break, I was ready to build off of what I had done that morning, and low and behold, the first ride I received was a semi-long ride taking me from Nutley, NJ, to Perth Amboy.
From there I bounced around the area, being brought a bit west to the Edison area. All of a sudden I got a ride taking me all the way to Yonkers. It was hailed by a mother and her daughter who were looking for apartments together down there while staying at a hotel in the north-of-the-city-New-York-town. With an arrival time of 4:30, it was about an hour fare, one that put me over by 15 dollars the financial threshold I was looking for. I was thrilled, but now the real work for the week was to begin.
So, I put the fastest possible rush hour Jersey navigation on. Within 5 seconds of pulling out of the hotel parking lot, I saw a Planet Fitness right next door. I can visit any location in the country because of the plan I have that they offer. It works out well in my line of work. I had planned on going at some point that evening wherever my rides took me anyway. So, to avoid the rush hour traffic, I took it as a sign and pulled into their respective parking lot, ready to get my reps in.
The routine I've recently settled into is as follows: loosen up my muscles with the hydromassage, 1 set each of pull ups, push ups and sit ups, hit the treadmill for 25 minutes, another round of muscle reps, bike for 15, last round of muscle reps then back to cooling down with another massage. I was prepared to do all of this but when I got to the cardio section of this Yonkers PF, all the treadmills were taken, except one that was out of order. Another sign. Multiple people had been telling me I was looking skinny, and in analyzing what my workout routine had recently been, I realized that I may have been going too hard on the treadmill in congruence with staying disciplined on my changed diet (I've cut out bread and cheese most meals.) I have also not been offsetting that with enough ever-increasing amounts of muscle reps. So, I decided that losing close to 300 calories on the treadmill was not for this session (as well as cutting out the bike set), plus it meant I would be able to get back to work quicker as well. So, I went back to my spot on the crowded floor where I would continue to attempt to add muscle to my frame.
In this region of New York, I can fully accept how many Yankees hats there are. Whether it be Westchester, The Bronx, North Jersey, Washington Heights or Yonkers, this is the most obvious Yankee territory there should be in the entirety of North America. There weren't an obscene amount of Yankee hats, but they did pop up in this specific gym. As I got my reps started, however, into the stretching area walks a man in a blue, red-rimmed Phillies hat. With the impending 2nd game in the early season 3-game series, I literally said to myself, "I hope that's not an omen."
After finishing up my gym session around 6, I navigated back through the lightened traffic to a place in Jersey I had honed in for dinner. I ate dinner, caught up on the phone with my girlfriend, which happened to take me past the start time of last night's Mets-Phillies match. Just before I got back to work, I naturally checked the score.
And there it was.
A big, ugly 8 next to the Phillies in the 1st inning.
We had all been rather optimistic about Steven Matz, taking his last start as a sign that he was finally on his way, after all these years, to consistency. If he could just avoid injury and stay out of his head, he'll come into form, much like Zack Wheeler finally did in 2018. Last night, however, was not a good sign. Apparently, some errors were made behind him as well, but those are obviously things every Major League pitcher has to shake off.
I had hoped the Phillies hat in my peripheral would not be an omen of ugly things to come later that evening, but alas, I had let negative thoughts creep in my way. Obviously, it isn't my fault, because no matter how superstitious us sports fans are, it most likely doesn't affect a single thing when there are millions of us who think if we sit a certain way, or wear the same socks, or eat fried chicken before every game, the team will win a championship. I had hopes after seeing the 8 spot (which morphed into a 10-run 1st inning) that it would just be one of those Citizens Bank Park games and the Mets would prevail 12-11. 'Twas not meant to be, and the Mets now have an afternoon rubber game to play following a 14-3 defeat at the hands of the Phillies.
I guess I just have to avoid that Yonkers Planet Fitness from now on. For the Mets sake.
Monday nights these days are set aside for improv classes as I try to get out of my head a bit. A bit is a bit of an understatement. Improv is therapeutic that way as you have to be on your toes and ready to accept offers as they come from your fellow improvisors. There technically aren't any wrong things you can say; just say it, stop thinking. It is only wrong to throw off the rhythm and flow.
Eric Hartline-USA TODAY Sports Photo via Metstradamus
I found myself turning off the radio feed of the game just before the Mets scored their first 2 runs of their eventual 7-6 win over the Phillies on Jackie Robinson Day. At points where my attention wasn't directly needed, whether it be myself improvising or giving the respect ones on stage deserve, I saw a prototypical Mets-Phillies battle ensuing as I was checking the score on the At Bat App. It was the type of game we have gotten plenty used to these teams partaking in against one another. Back and forth, up and down, never a moment where you felt any particular relief on either side of the respective fanbases. And I don't want to get into the Noah Syndergaard factor right now. The Phillies' ace, Aaron Nola, was pitch-for-pitch basically not as sharp as well. The biggest issue right now is the bullpen for us, other than the Jason Vargas issue. I got out of the improv class just in time to see a runner on and no outs with Jeurys Familia on the mound in the 8th. He both did a poor job of sticking to the script as well as keeping the rhythm and flow of the scene moving with a Mets 1 run lead at 6-5. After his sensational breakout season of 2015 where, from my memory, he was the most reliably consistent closer the Mets had ever had (up until his 2nd quick pitch in a row to Alex Gordon in game 1 of the World Series) he has resorted to typical Mets closer fashion, i.e., forcing you to self-manicure with your teeth as the clippers. Whatever is going on with him, he cannot seem for one second to find the plate with any pitch he administers, lolligagging the ball every which way. When he's over the strike zone, his pitches are way too hitable, and he provides no sign he will be getting any better any time soon. At 3 years and 30 million dollars, let alone the familiarity factor of why Brodie decided to offer him the sizable contract, Familia must figure out how to get out of his head before he is a non-factor on the field but a huge factor on what we know is a tight, specific, non-altering budget the Wilpons have come up with. In the end, however, the Mets persevered. They came up with big hits in their first extra inning game of the year to pull a much-needed division win against the Phillies in their first match with Bryce Harper in a different logo's red. We were all wondering why Edwin Diaz wasn't in there instead of Robert Gsellman in the 8th inning after Familia walked the world. Apparently the answer is they are committed to only using Diaz for 3-out saves. While I'm not sure I agree with this, Gsellman settled down in the 9th inning after walking in the winning run and WOW did Diaz deliver when he got the opportunity in extras, striking out the heart of the Phillies order to close out the game. Also, if the Phillies fans weren't aware of Jeff McNeil before last night, they sure as heck are now, as he collected 3 hits, 1 RBI and made 2 spectacular defensive plays. They were able to push past the lost momentum from the Atlanta weekend and get what we hope is back on track. Lock down the series tonight and render Wednesday's day game only playing for icing on the cake. Stay focused, but out of your head. Transition, revelation, resolution. It's a long season, but sharpen the senses now and it will make the rest of the stretch that much easier.
I wasn't able to pay nearly full attention to the game last night, let alone analyze the numbers (and that isn't because of the fact the Mets were on ESPMeh.) I was, per usual, driving Lyft and forcing myself to drive before, during and after the Game of Thrones premiere when I knew I would be dropping people off and picking people up to and from, respectively, their respective Game of Thrones parties.
At quick glance, it looks like the offense got stifled by a great ace counter in Julio Teheran and deGrom hasn't gotten completely back on track to his stifling Cy Young form. No matter these factors, I still point back to my points about Jason Vargas in my last post. It doesn't matter how good your top 4 starters are, and we have some pretty darn good top 4 starters. If that 5th one is a MAJOR drop off, then momentum you have gained during those 4 other games will be seriously thrown off and it may take a few games to gain it back. Unfortunately, they are going with Jason Vargas at least one more time, and it's not like we're not rooting for him to have a Natural-type turnaround albeit on the mound. We wish he were the 2nd coming of every great pitcher who ever pitched this beautiful game. BUUUUUUT...
The Mets could have seriously used a 4-game series win going into their first series against their Turnpike rivals in Philadelphia, but alas, 'twas not meant to be. They'll need their Avenger superhero Noah Syndergaard to step up and pick up the slack. 'Twill be helpful for the offense to do what they normally can do as an oppositional team in Citizens Bank, ie, KNOCK THE BALL CONTINUOUSLY OUT OF THE PARK. Will be interesting seeing the beefed up new lineup the Phillies have put together for their 2019 run.
Enjoy the game, all. And as always on April 15, Happy Jackie Robinson Day.
I have just been driving through the night from Chicago to New York, so I am exhausted and ready for more than the hour I got at a rest area in Pennsylvania, but I had to chime in before I went to sleep about last night's game...
Mandatory Credit: Bill Streicher-USA TODAY Sports
I was on the road while listening, and when we went down 7-2, it didn't even occur to me that, once again, the potential for 12 games over .500 was in jeopardy, though the whole thing had been on my mind earlier in the day and after the last game in Colorado. It didn't cross my mind in the moment at all. I, in some ways, had forgotten of that fact. In FACT, I was at ease. I don't know whether I was at ease about the potential for a loss or at ease because I knew, or...echem...excuse me...BELIEVED...this team would come back. Maybe it was just the peacefulness of the road at sunset heading east, but whatever it was... ...isn't it a weird feeling? I've been monitoring this whole 12 games over thing for a long time. I remember we had a chance against the Yankees in the Bronx in 2010, and lost 5-3. The 2012 team didn't make it above 8, which they hit 2 days after the no-hitter on Sunday ESPN baseball in the black with a 6-1 win. Things felt pretty awesome that evening. The win put the Mets, Nats and Marlins in a 3-way tie for 1st. We lost the next day to the Cards 5-4. We had a chance this year heading into Yankee Stadium to rake off 12 wins in a row, which at the time, would have brought us to 11 over. I didn't think about the correlation either last night, but deGrom got roughed up and we lost 6-1. Did something tell me it would be different this time? Maybe it was still the elation of Wright's comeback home run hanging in the air, giving it a free feeling of no worry. Or maybe it's because the 2015 New York Mets is the team that's supposed to turn the knob higher. There's no point in making 10 louder. The volume should always go to a greater plain of numbers. At this point, though, the only number that matters is 5 1/2 games up. And whatever that number is at the end of the year, as long as it still involves the word "up" and not "back."
There is only one sentence "back" should be used in....
Alright, time for bed. Happy to be BACK in the City ⚾️
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