My apologies to the half-dozen of you that may have come by in the last few days looking for morsels of Mets information. After Carlos Beltran struck out looking with the bases loaded, I swtiched off the TV and tried to forget about our dear Mets.

The end of the season — this year, anyway — was kind of like losing a good friend. Sort of when you’re in junior high and your best bud moves away during the summer break. He’s long gone, you know you’ll never see him again, and a part of you disappears along with him.

It was easy to fall in like with the 2006 Mets. They played hard, they won a bunch of games, they had a diverse cast of characters, and — except for the starting rotation — they stayed together and intact throughout the bulk of the season.

Consider that last part. For nearly every game of the season from May forward, you could count on seeing Paul LoDuca behind the plate, Carlos Delgado at first, Jose Valentin at 2B, Jose Reyes at SS, David Wright at 3B, Beltran in CF, and either Cliff Floyd or Endy Chavez in LF. You were almost guaranteed to see Julio Franco pinch-hit, and you were just as likely to see at least three faces from the bullpen, which remained healthy and unchanged until Duaner Sanchez went down. The only real changes to the team during the season were the result of one incident — the Sanchez car accident. The players who came in as a result stepped right in and became mainstays — Shawn Green, Roberto Hernandez, Guillermo Mota, and Oliver Perez. It’s a lot easier to follow and enjoy a team when you “don’t need a scorecard” to know who’s in the game.

Enough mush for now … it was a great year, better than many expected, and let’s hope that Omar can keep the good guys around and add a few more pieces to take the Mets one more game forward in 2007.

After an unbelievable outing by John Maine to help extend the 2006 season, the Mets face the purest do-or-die game: Game Seven — the one that every young boy daydreams about in little league, whiffle ball, and the secrecy of their bedroom. You should be sleeping, but you’re awake, and you pick up an imaginary bat, take your stance in front of the mirror, you can hear the crowd roaring, and the radio announcer states “bottom of the ninth, two outs, bases loaded, down by three, in the seventh game of the World Series … here’s the pitch …”

OK, so it’s “only” the seventh game of the NLCS, but nonetheless the Mets’ entire season rests on the shoulders of Oliver Perez, an erratic 25-year-old who is simultaneously a has-been and an enigma. After entering 2006 as their Opening Day starter, Perez was demoted to the minors by the lowly Pittsburgh Pirates before being cast away as a throw-in in the deal moving Roberto Hernandez to New York for Xavier Nady. Perez stayed in the minors, reporting to Norfolk, and continued to put up awful numbers in AAA before back-to-back solid starts that made the Mets’ brass go “hmmmm…..”. He didn’t exactly pitch no-hitters in AAA, but he did seem to show progress, and with the Mets’ rotation in such a desperate state of affairs that Jose Lima was being kept in the organization, Omar Minaya wondered if maybe they had caught lightning in a bottle.

After his promotion to the Mets, Perez’s starts ran the gamut, from awful to ordinary to invincible. By the end of the season his record stood 3-13 with a 6.55 ERA … with one three-hit shutout against the loathesome Braves. In the postseason, his ERA ballooned to nearly 8, but he is 1-0. He will take his 7.94 ERA to the hill against the 0.00 held by the also-undefeated Jeff Suppan in what may be a more remarkable mismatch than the previous night’s Maine vs. Carpenter.

Anyone not emotionally involved with this contest can look at this objectively and see that the Cardinals have the advantage, and Oliver Perez has no business starting the most important game of the season for the Mets. However, those same people could have looked at Game Six and come to the same conclusion.

It’s true: Oliver Perez has no business starting Game Seven. Logical thinking would place 15-game winner Steve Trachsel on the mound. But this series raced from logic a long time ago. The Cardinals have won behind the bats of Yadier Molina, Scott Spiezio, and So Taguchi, while Albert Pujols battled “hamstring issues” and other excuse-finding missions. The Mets’ strength has been starting pitching, despite losing their top two starters and getting next to nothing from their 15-game winner. Anything can happen in Game Seven, and whatever does, will have nothing to do with past performance.

Yes, Jeff Suppan was nothing short of magnificent in his last game, holding the mighty Mets to three hits and no runs in eight innings. But that was last game. And he had a five-run lead — which changed the Mets’ approach. They had to take a strike, hope for a walk, wait for mistakes. If the Cardinals don’t come out of the box against Perez and demoralize the Mets early, it will be a very different game. The Mets will be more aggressive — the style that got them this far — and Suppan will not have the advantage of getting ahead 0-1 on every batter. Further, this won’t be Game 3 in quiet, comfy St. Louis — it will be Game 7, in rowdy, raucous Shea Stadium. The air will be different, the smell will be different, the sound will be different … a turbulent white noise known as New York City will be buzzing against him. Mightier men have crumpled in New York’s wake.

On the other hand, Oliver Perez could implode, as he’s done more often than not. But, he could also delight — it’s that three-hit shutout thread of hope that we’ve been holding onto since mid-September. In fact, we don’t even need a Koufax-like performance — something similar to his five-inning effort in Game 4 might just do the trick. As no one on the outside — logical thinkers — believes he has a chance to win the game, there is no pressure to perform. In addition, he doesn’t feel the pressure of this game on his shoulders, as his pregame comments have indicated that he knows it will take the entire team to win the game. He’s going into the game knowing that the potent Mets bats are finally catching fire, ready to explode for another four, five, six runs or more. He also knows he has Robert Hernandez, Aaron Heilman, Darren Oliver, Guillermo Mota, Billy Wagner, Pedro Feliciano, Chad Bradford, and maybe even Tom Glavine behind him should he falter. With those arms at the ready in the ‘pen, he’s well aware that Willie Randolph will not give him the opportunity to implode — he might very well be out of the game before the end of the first inning. So all he has to do is pitch his heart out, for as long as he can, and leave it all out on the field. It’s not a bad place to be in such an important game.

Can the Mets pull off a near miracle? Are the Amazins’ ready with their magic?

We’ve seen it before … and maybe, just maybe, we’ll see it again. Anything can happen.

Let’s go Mets!

Mets 4 Cardinals 2

John Maine did not look like a Cy Young Award winner, nor a future Hall of Famer. However, he also did not look like Steve Trachsel. Rather, he was somewhere in between, and in the end it will be judged as a masterful perfomance, not far away from among the greatest postseason pitching performances in Mets history.

Maine’s 5 1/3 innings may be measly compared to, say, the Bobby Jones one-hit NLDS shutout in 2000. However — like the Jones game — it is the man and the story behind the performance that creates the legend.

Most fans remember Bobby J. Jones as a guy who had a hot streak early in his career, then fizzled into nothing more than an ordinary pitcher — a reliable but unspectacular fourth or fifth starter (though these days, his numbers would make him a $10M-a-year ace).

In 2000, it looked like Jones’ career might be finished. His fastball barely broke 85 MPH, and his curveball rarely broke at all. He spent a good portion of 1999 in the minors and early in the 2000 season, was demoted to Norfolk for a weeks, where he won two games but sported a 5.32 ERA. He eventually worked his way back to the big club, and despite an ERA over 5, was chosen as the Mets’ #4 starter — in the even they needed one.

Did they ever … Bobby Jones pitched the greatest game of his life in the deciding fifth contest of the NLDS — a one-hit, nine-inning shutout — propelling the Mets to the NLCS and eventually the World Series. As much as the game was about Jones’ skill that day and the goose-eggs, it was equally measured by Jones’ ability to re-emerge from the darkness, to come out of nowhere to be the unlikely postseason hero.

Unlikely is the key here. It is what we attach ourselves to, as fans and non-ballplayers. The unknown, the regular guy. The ordinary man who finds it within himself to rise against the seemingly insurmountable odds and overtake the opposing giant. For us, it is real-life “Rocky”, and the major reason why most Mets fans root for the Mets. Heck, if all we cared about was winning, we could easily follow baseball’s Goliath — the Yankees.

Instead, we follow the Mets, and therefore we immediately recognized no-name John Maine’s place in our Amazin’ history. A one-pitch pitcher who was a supposed throw-in in the Kris Benson deal, who barely hung around the team as a sixth starter, who only was able to make it to the Mets’ rotation because more highly touted prospects were either injured or not ready for prime time, pitched his heart out and extended the 2006 Mets season for at least one more game. And he did it after a mediocre, 4-inning outing in his last start against the same team. And against the reigning Cy Young winner, Chris Carpenter, who some believe to be one of the top 3 pitchers in the NL and the 2006 Cy Young winner as well. John Maine had the odds and the history stacked against him, and had no business throwing six-plus innings of shutout ball — especially with the so-so stuff he was serving to home plate.

That might have made the performance all more legendary — you could say Chris Carpenter outpitched Maine. From the first inning, Maine was in trouble, loading the bases and falling behind hitters, often unable to get a good rhythm going. Yet inning after inning, jam after jam, he gritted it out, weathering each storm and before you knew it, it was the sixth inning, the Cardinals had yet to score a run, and more than 55,000 fans were offering a standing ovation to an ordinary young man who had just struck out. The fact that he shut out the St. Louis hitters without dominating them — just getting it done — made it all the sweeter.

Amazing that Albert PoopHoles was able to hit a home run despite a terribly sore hamstring.

However, he wasn’t good at all. I think he hit the ball hard, but he got some breaks.

For example, he was struck out on the pitch before his homerun, except that home plate umpire Jeff Kellogg blinked as the pitch came in.

Oh, and nice touch of the “classy” first baseman to take his time jogging to first on Cliff Floyd’s grounder, making Floyd half-sprint on his bad achilles. If that wasn’t bush league and disrespectful, I don’t know what is.

Oh, excuse me, I forgot … Sir Albert has a sore hamstring, so he probably couldn’t get to first any faster. Remarkable how that thing doesn’t bother him when he’s hitting, running the bases, or diving for grounders — only when it’s convenient to save face.

And while we’re on the subject, I’m not putting much stock in Tony LaRussa’s defense of Pujols after the Glavine comments. He wears his sunglasses at night, for crissakes … and Corey Hart is in Milwaukee. Rather, I see Pujols as a childish, spoiled icon from a small market who would have a very hard time making it on the big stage of New York. Hopefully — for his sake — he’ll be smart enough to stay inside the protective cocoon of a midwest city, and not follow the money to the Big City. Should he ever have the urge, maybe a guy named A-Rod can talk him out of it.

All right, enough of Albert Pujols … let’s see the Mets do some mashing behind Maine in Flushing.

So the Mets lost to the Cardinals … they couldn’t score several runs off surfer dude Jeff Weaver. What went wrong?

Perhaps it is an issue with the Mets’ advance scouts — or the inability to decipher their reports — and the remarkable ability of the Cardinals to have their defense properly positioned on every batter for every pitch.

It seemed like every time a Met batter hit the ball hard, there was a Cardinal moving less than two inches to snare the line drive or grounder. It’s been happening the entire series, so much so that it can not be discounted as “luck”. Rather, the Cardinals did an exhaustive job scouting the Mets’ hitters, preparing their pitchers, and directing their defense accordingly. Every Cardinal on the diamond was in perfect sync, moving a step to the left or right with every pitch.

Conversely, the Mets seemed to be constantly out of position, particularly with the right side of the field — Delgado, Valentin, and Green. Maybe those specific players looked out of position because they’re older and don’t have the legs and range of a younger player. But it seemed to me like no one on the field had any idea who the batter was, where he tended to hit the ball, nor how the Met pitcher was planning to attack him. No matter where Green played, he was yards and yards away from where the ball was hit — so he’s either getting awful jumps or he’s not positioned properly. Likewise, there have been at least half a dozen balls that went past Jose Valentin — not because his range is poor, but because he was so far away that even Roberto Alomar in his prime would not have gotten to the ball. That tells me he doesn’t know the hitters AND he doesn’t know where the pitcher is throwing the ball.

While Willie Randolph and his formidable coaching staff are supposedly tireless in their preparation, we’re not seeing the fruits in this postseason. So that means one of three things: 1. they’re not working that hard; 2. they’re worker harder instead of better; or 3. they’re doing a good job of preparation but the players aren’t listening and executing.

I’m not sure, but I doubt it’s the fault of a few people. Rather, it looks to be an organization-wide issue. The scouting staff is not doing a good job of scouting and/or communicating. The coaching staff is not doing a good job of preparing the players. The players are not executing based on the information given.

This last game, against Jeff Weaver, was a microcosm of the Mets’ inability to execute an offensive plan. This is nothing new, as the Mets have never shown any kind of plan at bat, other than waiting for extra-base hits. If a Met hitter went up to the plate thinking he was a small part of a systematic approach to score runs, Jeff Weaver would never have lasted past the third inning. The numnut, Cardinal-loving Fox broadcasters can spew and gush all they want about how Weaver pitched a “great game”, but the fact is, the Mets had him on the ropes early and often, and could not put the hammer down. Rather than being patient, or stroking the ball to the opposite field, they swung from their heels on nearly every pitch. Even Paul LoDuca, who all year has been the lone “team hitter”, was swinging at questionable pitches early in counts. And Shawn Green, who in the last game did such a great job of dropping a ball into left field, was instead swinging for the fence with men on second and third and one out. Wake up Shawn, it’s not 2002, you’re not 29 anymore. You’re on the wrong side of 30, you’re not on HGH, and your bat is slow, so go back to slapping line drives the other way with men in scoring position. Same goes to Jose Valentin. These men have the skills, the sense, and the wherewithal to be “team hitters”, but their minds are clouded with visions of heroism. It’s up to Willie Randolph and the coaching staff to properly prepare these guys with a specific, TEAM plan, and then it’s up to the players to execute as a team.

Luckily, the Cardinals must come into our house for the series end. The Mets must win one game at Shea, on Wednesday, and there is no reason why they can’t do it. Then, they must win one game, on Thursday, in order to face the Tigers on the weekend. The 3-2 advantage means nothing — the Mets’ decision to create a game plan and follow it means everything.

John Maine vs. Chris Carpenter. Let’s make some noise and rock the house, Shea faithful.

Steve Trachsel did everything he could to completely deject and demoralize his teammates and Mets fans as quickly as possible, and was 100 percent successful in attaining that goal.

I’m not sure what is most painful — watching Trashel pitch, watching David Eckstein foul off pitches, or listening to the most annoying broadcast team of all time (Joe Buck, Tim McCarver, and ‘man-on-the-spot’ Ken Rosenthal).

I was kind of hoping McCarver would say, just one more time, that Darren Oliver should have been replaced by a pinch-hitter in the sixth. Then I could have thrown a beer can through my TV screen and been spared the agony of watching the last three innings of the game.

Hmm… Tim, maybe you haven’t seen the Mets play this year? Maybe you hadn’t noticed that Oliver Perez is not the Oliver Perez of 2004? Willie Randolph was COMPLETELY correct in leaving Darren Oliver in the game, and keeping the bullpen fresh — because until the Mets batters showed some semblance of re-entering their minds into the game, it made sense to treat this game as a giveaway to the Cardinals. The Mets’ current roster was not built to try to come back from a Tracshel disaster — their only recourse was to give up the game and figure out a way to win Game Four. It sounds idiotic, and perhaps defeatist, but over the long run, it’s the Mets’ best chance to win a seven-game series without Pedro, El Duque, and Dave Williams.

Here’s the logic. Oliver Perez starts Game Four. If Perez does not somehow pull lightning out of a bottle and come up with a superb outing, then the Mets need to go into panic mode again. They have to pray that Perez can get through three or four innings without too much damage, then go to the bullpen for the rest of the game — similar to what was done with the Maine start. And then they need Glavine to pitch another 7-inning masterpiece.

What numnut McCarver doesn’t realize is that the Mets need all of their bullpen arms to be fresh and ready to enter the game from the 3rd inning on for the Perez start, and again in the sixth for the Glavine start. So there’s no point in wearing out valuable bullpen arms in a game that the team has already given up on.

Because that’s exactly what happened. Trashel fell behind 2-0 after the first inning, which wasn’t so bad, except that Jeff Suppan was looking dominant from his first pitch of the game. But when Trash gave up a homerun to Suppan — on an 0-2 pitch no less — the game was over. The miniscule 3-0 lead meant nothing compared to the overall feeling it created among the Mets team. Trashel has a way of not just losing games, but completely demoralizing his own team, of letting the air out of the Mets’ collective balloon. Willie Randolph was smart enough to see the air leak out, and recognize that there was no chance of the team coming back from a five-run deficit against a confident Suppan who was supported by unbelievably perfect positioning by the fielders behind him. Suppan made perfect pitches, and the fielders were perfectly placed. It’s hard to crack that kind of a defense.

So after Trashel shat the bed, our hopes for a World Series appearance are now pinned squarely on the fragile shoulders of Oliver Perez. Let’s pray that the 2004 edition shows up for the game.

Cardinals 9 Mets 6

Sure, look at the game from the surface and blame Billy Wagner for the loss. However, the game was lost by Guillermo Mota, who refused to hit the target Paul LoDuca insisted on — twice — and allowed a below-average Major League batsman to beat him.

Scott Spiezio was sitting on the fastball in. Regardless of his bullcrap comment after the game — that he was “sitting on everything” — Spiezio was looking fastball in. That’s why LoDuca called for a fastball OUT on 0-2, twice in a row. The first time, Mota missed the target and threw in, and Spiezio jacked a 97-MPH fastball foul into the right field stands. LoDuca, perhaps thinking maybe Mota did not understand where he wanted the ball, reiterated that he wanted the fastball OUT. Mota pretended to understand, then proceeded to throw another fastball in the exact same spot — down and in — and Spiezio sat on it again and nearly put it over the right field wall. The end result was a two-run triple to tie the game, and ultimately move the momentum to the friggin’ Cardinals.

So, yes, again, Wagner did blow the game, but I for one am not a guy who likes the idea of bringing in Billy in anything other than a save situation. He doesn’t seem to have the same edge unless it is such. Sure, as a professional pitcher getting paid $13M per year, you better be at top form no matter the situation, but in reality that isn’t the case, and manager Willie Randolph has to make moves accordingly. Wagner has proven to be ineffective when the team is up by more than three, when behind, and when tied. Of course, you can’t hang this one on Mr. Willie, as he did what a home team manager is supposed to do. And in fact, he didn’t have much of a choice — when you have a thirteen-million-dollar closer, you use him in that situation. What is he supposed to do, bring in Bert Hernandez or Darren Oliver? Not likely.

And now the Mets are in a deep hole. Instead of taking advantage of scoring five runs in five innings off “ace” Chris Carpenter at Shea, the Mets blew a golden opportunity to go up two-zip and instead gave the Cardinals precious momentum going home to St. Louis. So, instead of putting pressure on the Cards, the Mets now have their backs against the wall, going to the Cardinals’ house for three straight with Steve Trash-sel, Oliver Perez, and Tom Glavine on three days’ rest — not exactly a situation providing optimism. Trash or Oliver has to pitch the game of his life in order to bring the series back to Shea, as we can’t count on Glavine throwing a third consecutive gem on three days’ rest.

Similarly, it’s going to be hard to believe that the Mets’ offense is going to erupt for the six to eight runs needed to win over the weekend. First, they will be fighting the momentum of the Cardinals’ win at Shea, which cannot be underestimated — momentum is EVERYTHING in baseball. Second, other than Carlos Delgado and one swing by Carlos Beltran, the Mets as a team are not especially frightening thus far. Yes, Jose Reyes, Paul LoDuca, and Shawn Green are sprinkling singles here and there, but the firepower that branded the Mets offense has so far been nonexistent. I’m talking about the extra-base hits, the doubles in the gap, the Jose Reyes triples, and the blasts over the wall … we’re not seeing them. David Wright, in particular, has been remarkably invisible at the plate, swinging at first pitches too often and not getting good wood on the ball. Also, Jose Valentin is having such poor at-bats, Mr. Willie might consider giving the anemic-hitting Anderson Hernandez a start.

One Valentin appearance that drove me nuts came in the bottom of the third, with the score tied 4-4. After Carlos Delgado grounded out to start the inning, David Wright walked on five pitches, then Shawn Green fell behind 0-2 before working a walk. This at-bat by Green should have been a game-changer, as he fought Chris Carpenter tooth and nail through a ten-pitch at-bat that put runners on first and second. After all that effort, Jose Valentin grounded the first pitch he saw into an inning-ending double play. Casual fans might not think much about that sequence, but anyone who knows baseball knows that the Mets had Carpenter on the ropes at that point, and Valentin had no business swinging at the first pitch — under any circumstance. If it’s Beltran or Delgado batting, I’d say, OK, take a rip if you think you can put it over the wall, but after walking two straight batters, and losing a mentally and physically fatiguing battle to the second one, you absolutely MUST force the pitcher to throw at least another two pitches. It may seem like a tiny detail but in fact it is small things like this which meant he difference between a win or a loss. Who knows, if Valentin doesn’t swing at that pitch, he might have either drawn another walk, to put Carpenter into a deeper hole, or gotten an even better pitch, one to rip and drive in one or two runs. Especially with Valentin struggling the way he has recently, he needs to be smarter in that situation … as it was he completely wasted a fine at-bat by Green.

On Saturday night we have Trachsel against Suppan in a battle of mediocrity, with Suppan getting the edge for his ability to perform at home. Trax needs to come up with a Kenny Rogers-like performance to keep the Mets in the game.

By the way, I officially hate David Eckstein, Albert Pujols, Jim Edmonds, Yadier Molina, Scott Spiezio, So Taguchi, and Scott Rolen nearly as much as I used to hate Jack Clark, Terry Pendleton, Willie McGee, Andy Van Slyke, Tito Landrum, Tommy Herr, and John Tudor.

Mets 2 Cardinals 0

The New York Mets had to get a vintage Tom Glavine performance, one where Tommy goes deep into the game, is efficient with his pitches, and pitches just well enough to win. The veteran lefthander succeeded on all three counts.

The St. Louis Cardinals — Albert Pujols included — were unable to get good wood on Glavine’s slop all game, as Tommy cruised through seven marvelous innings. Perhaps as important as Glavine’s ability to preserve the bullpen was getting out of the game in under 90 pitches, as it looks as though he’ll need to pitch on three days’ rest.

While Tom Glavine produced another stellar, clutch performance, Carlos Beltran did the same, rocketing a Jeff Weaver fastball off the scoreboard to give the Mets the only runs they needed. This is the stuff of which New York legends are made. A few more blasts like that and you will never again hear Beltran booed in Flushing.

Beltran’s homerun was inevitable, as he looked very comfortable in the box against Jeff Weaver in every at-bat, getting good swings and making solid contact all game. In fact, even when Weaver snuck a strike past him, it appeared to be a gift from home plate umpire Tim Welke — who was easily a ‘pitcher’s umpire’ for both sides throughout the game. Welke continually gave Weaver the sinker dying over the outside corner, but it was only a matter of time before Weaver made a mistake with a ball that got too much of the plate. It finally happened in the sixth, when Beltran got all of a flat fastball and deposited it over the right-field wall.

Weaver clearly took the Mets’ batters by surprise in this ballgame, changing several aspects of his style. First, he was aggressive, going right after the strike zone (although, it could be argued that Welke was giving him a lot of strikes). Second, he changed his arm angle, throwing more over the top. Third, and as part of the arm angle, he was mixing in changeups and overhand curveballs. Up until last night, Weaver has always been a three-quarter / sidearm sinker-slider pitcher who got into trouble because he couldn’t change speeds and nibbled off the corners. How Jeff Weaver was able to make an overnight transformation is a testament to Cardinals pitching coach Dave Duncan’s ability to get the most out of his hurlers. Either that or an investigation needs to be initiated to determine if, in fact, it was Jeff Weaver out on the mound and not his brother Jered.

Glavine’s performance was all-important for several reasons. First, he’s the only legitimate playoff starter the Mets have, and it was vital for the Mets’ psyche for him to step up, be an ace, and give the Mets a 1-0 lead in the NLCS. Imagine what would be going on in the Mets’ minds if they were unable to take the first game, at home, with their best starter, facing a journeyman like Jeff Weaver? How much confidence would the Mets have today against Chris Carpenter facing off against rookie John Maine? In contrast, Glavine’s win last night puts the Mets in an excellent position to overtake Carpenter, who suddenly has momentum and the Shea stadium fans against him. The pressure is squarely on Carpenter’s shoulders, as the Cardinals do not want to go home down 2-0 with their best pitcher not throwing again until — or if — the series returns to New York.

That said, I’m liking the way this Carpenter thing is shaking out, and surprised Tony LaRussa didn’t stick with his original plan to save his ace for St. Louis. While its understandable to want to throw your ace early in a series, and not want to fall behind 2-0. However, Carpenter is a MUCH better pitcher in his home ballpark. How much? His home ERA is 1.81 and his away ERA is 4.72 — that’s just about THREE RUNS PER GAME. And the past few years have been similar, so it’s not a one-year phenomenon.

Another thing to consider are the teams Carpenter has faced this year, en route to his sparkling record. In interleague play, he drew the Tigers, Indians, and Royals, shutting down the Indians but getting rocked by the Royals and Tigers. Against the NL he faced the Pittsburgh Pirates, Houston Astros, Chicago Cubs, and Cincinnati Reds four times each — significantly padding his ERA and won-loss record against these hitless wonders. Remarkably, the Cubs had the highest batting average of these four teams — hitting .268 — but that’s nullified by the fact they were second-to-last in the NL in runs scored (the Pirates were last). While there’s no question that Chris Carpenter is one of the better pitchers in the NL, there’s also no question that his stellar numbers have been boosted by pitching against anemic offenses.

One thing that is of concern, however, is the fact that Carpenter has not faced the Mets at all this year. Historically, the Mets have struggled mightily against pitchers they’ve never seen before — though generally those pitchers have been rookies. There’s no clear explanation for the Mighty Mets making guys like Billy Traber and Hong-Chih Kuo look like Sandy Koufax, but hopefully the issue lies with incomplete scouting reports on youngsters, and it is something won’t be an issue with an established veteran such as Chris Carpenter.

Whatever the reason, the Mets need to invert their performance against first-seen starters and pound Carpenter early in Game Two. Based on the aforementioned facts, it seems plausible, especially when you add in Carpenter’s more human numbers against lefties, and the Mets’ lefty-heavy lineup. Now if the Mets do get to Carpenter, and John Maine can put up a late-July-type performance, the Mets have a chance to go up 2-0. Should that happen, the momentum going into St. Louis might be too much for LaRussa’s bunch (Pujols is already cracking under the pressure), and this series might not return to New York.

Let’s hope that it can be that easy.