May 31, 2008
Great game. For how cautious I was in proclaiming their extra-innings win against the Marlins a turning point, I’ll now say this: This team has it’s fight back, it makes for deliriously fun-to-watch baseball again.
Thanks to commenter Bill W for attending my reading Friday night. Always nice to meet a fellow Mets fan, and to have that support.
May 28, 2008
The Mets won two games in a row? WHAT?!
A winning streak? BUH?
A come-from-behind win…in extra innings? SHLUH?!
And for the first time in weeks, a real team effort tonight. I missed what turned out to be about half of the game as I was having an amazing all you can eat mussels dinner at Petite Abeille with Stan and his delightful ladyfriend, the Reese Witherspoon Doppelganger. I got home in time to hear Scott Schoeneweis throw what’s becoming an astonishingly routinely easy inning and hear the score as 5-4 Marlins. Immediately I’m all GROOOOAAANNNNN OLLIE. I check the box score and see how those runs happened to be (Luis Castillo hit a home run? WHU?!) and then crack open a beer and think, “All right, let’s do this.” Optimism? Why, I haven’t been optimistic since the Yankees series!
Endy’s game-tying home run. Excellent bullpen performance (the Amezega homer off Duaner notwithstanding…and hey, even then I still thought, “We can get that back.” Talk about optimism). And a beautiful finish, with Fernando Tatis clobbering the walk-off hit in yet another productive night.
I won’t say this is the turning point, and I won’t say this is momentum, but this is as good a time as any to start building towards something close to this team’s potential. Baby steps, sure. But who doesn’t cheer on when the baby begins to waddle?
Now, bring on my hated Dodgers. I will be there on Saturday. To watch, yet again, Mike Pelfrey pitch. Man, can I for once see a different starting pitcher?!
Time for some curt shilling: I will be reading this Friday night at the Poetry Project at St. Mark’s Church on the Bowery. This is my first reading in roughly two years. If you find yourself with nothing to do and feel compelled to listen to some tortured pyscho-sexual violence mixed with some gallows humor, come on by! Info here.
May 19, 2008
These are the Mets who hit with runners in scoring position.
These are the Mets whose starting pitchers go deep into games.
These are the Mets who knock out the opponents’ aces.
These are the Mets who throw out dominant bullpen performances.
These are the Mets who make opponents pay for their mistakes.
These are the Mets who make a drunken Will write lazy happy blog posts as this.
Now go kill Glavine.
May 15, 2008
or, for the fans of brevity: STFU, OMG
Scoreboard watching the game today and am quietly stunned to myself regarding Mike Pelfrey’s performance (while being flabbergastedly unsurprised by the lack of Mets offense). Then someone goes: “Pelfrey’s pitching a no-hitter!”
Aaron Boone: /hits single
DON’T YOU PEOPLE KNOW NOT TO MENTION THAT SHIT OMG STFU.
But good job, Pelf. Let’s hope the bats wake up.
Update: JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THIS FUCKING TEAM.
I don’t know that I’ve ever cheered on a team whose players I love so much who, collectively, piss me off/make me tear my hair out/disappoint me so/break my heart. What incredible bullshit this game was.