A battle of aces - and initials - is scheduled for Sunday night.
Round 2 of the 2012 Subway Series kicks off (whoops, wrong sport) tonight at Citi Field. The Yankees (41-27, 1st place in the AL East) take on the Mets (38-32, 2nd place in the NL East) beginning tonight at 7:10 PM. The Yankees swept the Mets two weeks ago in the Bronx.
Mets closer Frank Francisco added extra fuel to the fire by referring to the Yankees as “chickens.”
“I can’t wait to strike out those chickens,” Francisco told the New York Post. “I want to strike out the side against them. I’ve done it before.”
Mets 4 Orioles 3 As expected and per the biorhythms, the Mets sweep the Orioles. Mets Game Notes Due to work commitments, I was unable to view this game, so please post your comments so we can all discuss. Many thanks! Next Mets Game The Mets get a day off on Thursday, then face the … Read more
I can never again roll my eyes when Jason Bay walks into the batter’s box. I can never again get angry when he pops up or swings through a hittable fastball or chases a slider in the dirt. Because while I used to think Bay’s tenure with the Mets has been a nightmare for us fans, it finally hit me on Friday (when Bay hit the wall) that it’s probably more of a nightmare for Jason.
Signing somewhere as a Free Agent is a choice. It’s like having a steady job, then accepting another offer from another company. If things don’t go well at your new place, you start to feel regret. Jason Bay is too much of a professional, too much of a class individual and teammate (by all accounts) to show any regret. But deep down, is there a part of him that wishes he stayed in Boston, or signed somewhere else?
There’s no guarantee that he would have continued his 30 HR, 100 RBI ways in another city (From ’05 to ’09 he had at least those totals 3 times), but his drop off the statistical cliff was so dramatic when he came to Queens, at the age of 30, why not factor in his location?
And why not factor in bad luck? I’m not usually the superstitious type, but look at what has happened to Bay over the last 2+ years he’s spent with the Mets.
On Opening Day, 2010, he whistled a drive off the 415 sign of the cavernous right-center field wall. It went as a triple. It would have been a home run in any other ballpark. As the early season went on, long fly balls to left were gobbled up by Citi Field. The frustration was visible in Bay’s face. The dimensions clearly got in his head.
That year, he didn’t hit his first home run until April 27. He didn’t hit his next until a 2-homer game on May 23. He would hit only 3 more the rest of the year – a year that ended for him in July thanks to a concussion he suffered, slamming into the left field wall while attempting to make a catch.
After a nice breather playing Adulterated Baseball against a couple of tomato cans from the AL East, the Mets get smacked with a dose of reality playing the real game against a legitimate NL power.
