Mets’ fans do deserve days like this. I’ll get to his hitting exploits later, but we need to start with Steven Matz’s pitching, which is why we all tuned in. This was the first time I’d seen the guy pitch.
Who said the Mets couldn’t beat a bad baseball team? Never mind it took three tries — they CAN.
Further, they can not only score with a lineup featuring Ruben Tejada in the two-hole, they can score TWICE.
I don’t have any game notes as I was working at my real job. Please post your notes in the comments. Thank you.
By the way, I blinked and the Washington Nationals are seven games over .500. When and how did that happen? Interestingly enough, the Nats’ sudden surge was completely independent of the Mets’ recent 7-game slide. Meaning, one had nothing to do with the other. And yet, the two streaks are intrinsically intertwined. Kind of cool, huh?
Mets return home for a weekend series against the Cincinnati Reds. Friday night’s game features Noah Syndergaard facing Johnny Cueto. Game time is 7:10 PM.
It’s official: the Mets offense is so awful, they make bad pitchers look good. And the Mets are now under .500, after being as many as ten games above it at one point in the season.
Many point to the Mets’ 11-game winning streak as the pinnacle of the 2015 season (thus far). I’d argue that the euphoria extended a few days further, to April 27th, when the team was 15-5 and still ten games over .500.
Now, 52 games later, while playing 10 games below .500, the team is 36-36. Has it really been 52 games since the Mets were flat-out dominating the NL East?
Had they known where they’d be right now, and had there been such a thing, I wonder if the Mets would’ve pressed this to stop the season cold:
What about you? Are you looking forward the remainder of the 2015 season, or gazing back at that swiftly fading memory when hope sprung eternal?
Forgive me for taking a while to realize it — in my old age, I’m not as quick as I once was. After reading Terry Collins‘ post-game comments, it became plain as day: Collins is blaming Sandy Alderson for the Mets’ recent woes.
Hope you had a nice Father’s Day, Jeff. How’s dad? I know it’s hard to think that there are more Father’s Days behind him than in front of him, so cherish each one. I’m frequently sorry that my Dad passed away before my son was born. They would have really liked each other.
Good of you to be running the family business as dad ages. This way he gets to keep his status and has a place for his memories. Considering that you were the guy who introduced him to “Uncle Bernie,” it’s probably the least you could do. Well, you could sell the whole thing, but I am trying to stay realistic here.
Speaking of smooth talkers who have flim-flammed you and dad, I’d like to bring your attention to one currently in your employ who has been taking you and your team for a ride for almost five years now.
The Mets finally reach .500. Oh, wait …
You already know what this post is about, so let’s get right to it: the Mets defense is horrific. Absolutely horrific. After the weekend sweep to Atlanta this issue has now been presented clearer than ever.
