“daniel murphy is our boyfriend”

April 6, 2009

I may have said that when this happened.

Also: “God, he’s so cute,” exclaimed Corey. Yes. Though I’m glad he deferred to Beltran on that fly to center. Get away from there, Murph! Not your territory, boyfriend.

Thanks to Matt Cerrone of Metsblog.com for hosting the Opening Day shindig.

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let us enjoy daniel murphy

March 23, 2009

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Observations:
1. The Amanda Bynes/LOTR answers = HOLY FUCK, I forget how young he is.
2. What a cocky sonuvabitch.
3. He clearly comes from the Andre Bazin school of film criticism.
4. I need to make him a mixtape.


this is getting fun

September 3, 2008

Barring the two losses on this road trip, the Mets are looking like a team difficult to keep down. And those two losses (blowing a 7-0 lead to Philly and Aaron Heilman walking in the winning run in Florida) were games in which they beat themselves more than anything. What a difference it’s been from last year and earlier this season; they no longer seem like a team that’s ready to roll over and die. And that in itself is some kind of victory.

Tangible actual victories are even better. And what has been so encouraging over the last few months have been the Mets’ propensity to bounce back after a difficult loss. They’ve done so again on this road trip, coming from behind to beat the Phillies and now winning three in a row since Heilman’s blunder in Florida, two of which against the probable Wild Card winner Milwaukee Brewers (who, I’m sorry, I’m not altogether convinced by, and I thought the same thing last year when they were the hottest team for two months) in a possible NLDS preview. Monday’s game saw them come back from a 2-0 deficit to take in late innings–when did this team learn how to score in the late innings (LOLGagne)? Yesterday they spotted a 5-1 lead to Defiance, OH’s Jon Niese, making his major league debut. Niese, at least this night, turned out to be no prizewinner, as he worked in and out of trouble for three innings before being pulled in the fourth with the score 5-4 and runners on base. He’d be charged with all five Brewer runs when Nelson Figueroa gave up a bloop single that could have been worse without Beltran’s tremendous throw to cut down JJ Hardy at the plate. The defense was sharp all night; in the eighth, Endy Chavez replaced Nick Evans in left field and promptly threw out Rickie Weeks trying to stretch a single into a double, and David Wright atoned for his miserable hitting by recording the final out in the ninth as Corey Hart hit a hard shot off Joe Smith that proved all for naught with Wright smothering the ball and throwing a beaut to Delgado.

How is it possible that this nausea-inducing (I seriously almost threw up last night when Ayala was facing Weeks) bullpen has thrown thirteen scoreless innings? Were they just waiting for the September call-ups, for fortification, for increased backup? Figueroa is the only call-up whose pitched; otherwise we’ve seen the normal parade of Smith, Feliciano, Sanchez, the increasingly reliable Stokes, Schoeneweis, and Ayala. There’s something to be said for strength in numbers, and thirteen arms is a nice-looking luxury.

Lastly, Daniel Murphy is becoming our own nice-looking luxury. When he was brought in to pinch-hit in the top of the tenth, I sat back and thanked Jerry for not using him earlier, and knew there’d be something a-brewin’ (ahem). A lead-off single, a Reyes bunt that was misplayed, and an Endy Chavez sac fly conspired to manufacture the game-winning run. It seems that Murphy has been in the middle of every late-inning game-winning rally the Mets have had over the past week. His past few starts have seen him struggle early on in the game only to come up big, be on base, and score important runs at the end. Murphy late in the game and we will not lose. And he said, “It shall be so.”

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Quote of the day comes from an interview given by Brian Schneider yesterday on WFAN, regarding the near-brawl in Florida over the weekend:

“Jacobs and some guys on their team–Scott Olsen, guys like that–are known to be idiots and do stupid things sometimes.”

Schneider, sometimes I wonder what the hell your value on this team is, but I’ve decided I love you.


finally

August 28, 2008

I haven’t watched a Mets game in forever. As my three loyal readers may know, I listen to games on the radio because I don’t have a television (not for any hippie condescending reason, mind). While I enjoy hearing the game and imagining the players in my mind during every play, it’s easy for me to forget how much I love the sport on a visual level: the aesthetics of a double play, the arc of a home run, the velocity of a pitch. Or just the entity/deity we call Daniel Murphy.

Matt Cerrone hosted a viewing party at Butterfield 8 last night, so I went to hang out and view the game with him, Zoe, Coop, and their new colleague Dysktraw, Corey, and a whole host of screaming Mets fans. It not only reminded me of the pleasure of viewing, but the pleasure of viewing with a crowd. I’ve gone to far less games in person this year as well, so much of my experience has been stewing and pacing alone in my room as Howie Rose and Wayne Hagin call the action. And each scream or exhortation of delight seemed to almost exorcise what had transpired the night previously. Or we were all just drunk, who knows.

It was all about the lefties, but specifically Carlos Delgado. I feel like I’ve apologized to Delgado enough in the past few months (along with just about every other Met fan), but I’d like to say it again. After his first bomb I turned to Coop and said, “There’s no way he isn’t coming back next year, right?” And after the game-tying blast in the eighth inning, with two out and none on, I screamed at the television “I’M SORRY!” Beltran would follow with a side-spinning infield hit, and Ryan Church was intentionally walked, bringing up Murphy. I remarked to Matt and Zoe earlier that Murphy’s hitless slide coincided with my trip out of town. Obviously, he missed my attention and was just waiting for a big moment to prove his love for me. OBVIOUSLY. So our Murph and Savior smacks a double to plate the go-ahead run, and Brian Schneider bloops one for insurance.

And finally the bullpen held down the fort. Finally it was the Mets coming back with late inning runs. Finally it was the Phillies bullpen that blew a lead. And the Mets are back in first and, oh yeah, they just won the season series against the Phils. Nice way to go into an off-day, I’m sure.


sweeps are sweet

August 15, 2008

Especially when there are two. Not only did the Mets sweep the Nationals–a team that has always given them fits–but my formerly-beloved now-hated Dodgers took four from the Phillies, knocking the Phillies a game behind the FIRST PLACE METS. Yes you read that right. Thanks Dodgers for helping us out.

Fantastic pitching performance last night from Oliver Perez as well as the bullpen. Perez’s consistency since June has been a marvel, surprising and joyous to watch; last year a friend gave him the nickname “Every Other Ollie,” which has now become antiquated. Every start now, Ollie means business. There were shades of previous meltdowns in the bottom of the seventh, as a 5-0 lead became 5-3 thanks to a pinch-hit triple by Pete Orr, but Joe Smith came in to get the final out. He got the first out in the eighth before walking Milledge and Kearns, but Duaner Sanchez bailed him out. Aaron Heilman completed a hitless performance by the bullpen in the ninth. Good to see these guys picking each other up; that meeting on Tuesday must have really done wonders. I suppose getting to face the Nationals will do wonders as well.

The offense picked each other up as well, in some cases in big ways, others unexpected, all of them delightful. When Jose Reyes couldn’t seem to buy a hit, here came another one–Argenis–to start a rally. And the big boys would drive him in. Another big homer for Delgado (ho hum) and one from Brian Schneider (what?!). Daniel Jesus Murphy seemed content to let the other guys have the spotlight for once (after all, he is humble and generous), politely going hitless in his first three at-bats before sensing the Mets bullpen may need extra cushion after the Nats had cut the score to 5-3. Jesus Murphy then singles to ignite a rally, summons his powers to get Fernando Tatis a double in his only official at-bat, and then a rested Damion Easley drove both in for insurance. For good measure, Jesus Murphy put a pox on the Nationals defense and the Mets would tack on two more. All in a good day’s work. He said, “Let there be runs.”

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A message to my two readers: I will be going out of town on Sunday, so consider this my last post for a week and change. I’m flying into Memphis where my dear friend Emily will pick me up, and we will go to the Stax Museum and I will dork out. Afterwards, we’re heading to Oxford, MS where I will drink mint juleps and eat Chik-Fil-A (I hope!) and walk with the ghost of Faulkner and meet her parents and pack up a U-Haul, which we will then drive to San Marcos, TX, where I will hopefully meet a cowboy or farmer who will use the pick-up line “I’d like to check you for ticks” (c/o Brad Paisley) and teach me how to put hay in a bale or something, or ride a John Deere, and I’ll never come back to New York. That won’t happen, but one can dream.


MURPH’D

August 14, 2008

I didn’t experience any of last night’s apparent demolishing of the Nationals, as I was at my requisite Wednesday night nerd hole of trivia at Pete’s Candy Store, which early on was packed to the gills with Wilco fans having drinks before heading over to McCarren Park Pool. All of which made the nerdy trivia regulars all wacky and mad. I suggested we shout, “Hey look it’s Jeff Tweedy!” at any schlubby white guy walking down Lorimer Street. Then we pretended like Wilco was going on early. Then we just tried singing Wilco songs, realizing that, um, we couldn’t remember any.

Anyway, at a certain point I saw some dude in a Mets hat and said, “Oh I should check the score.” Seeing the 8-run third inning, I shouted “It’s all cos Daniel Murphy is Jesus!” And a few Mets fans and I in the bar talked for a bit. Only later did I find out that it was true, Daniel Murphy was Jesus last night. Again.

SIGH. There’s got to be a Murphy bed pun I can make but I am too hungover right now. I held a boy’s hand last night to boot. A+ night all around I suppose.


bizarro mets play, win bizarro game

August 13, 2008

On a night when Johan Santana didn’t perform up to his capabilities (though, truth be told, even mediocre Santana is boneriffic), giving up two leads–including a game-tying homer to…pinch-hitting Ryan Langerhans?!–the offense miraculously plated the go-ahead run by…getting hit in the head? How poetic. With the bases loaded, Jerry Manuel made the genius move of pinch-hitting Castro for Daniel Murphy aka Jesus and…he struck out? WHAT! Jesus Murphy was supposed to hit an eight-run homer! Desperate for more runs–because, as Howie Rose put it last night, “With this bullpen, a one-run lead is as skinny as you can get”–Santana is pulled for…Brian Schneider?! Who strikes out. Which isn’t bizarre so much as comically tragically predictable. But with a 4-3 lead, Santana was in the position of winning the game. We’ve heard that one before.

And then the bullpen…didn’t blow it?

Not sure if it was the bullpen meeting before the game–led by Scott Schoeneweis, of all people–or Jerry’s ludicrous notion that Maine or Perez would be moved to the pen, or if it’s just that the Nationals are terrible, but somehow Joe Smith and Pedro Feliciano (not, I repeat NOT Eddie Kunz, despite Manuel’s blather about how Kunz would get the first closing opportunity…WTF I say, but considering Feliciano got it done I’m not about to argue…too much. Maybe a little, as a matter of principle, of sticking to your word and all that) managed to…throw strikes? And get batters out?

Bizarre. But I’ll take it.

In other bizarre news, Boston scored TEN FUCKING RUNS in the first inning and STILL needed to rally against Texas to win 19-17. I wonder if Massholes got drunk last night (ex-boyfriend’s text last night “OMG WTF IS HAPPPENIG” confirms suspicions).