Tomorrow is Another Day

I was at work today monitoring the disaster game. I am crazed, as I am about to be out of town all next week for work (don't worry, I promise road blogging) and watching the score go up and down like a roller coaster. To make it worse, I was surrounded by giddy Yankee fans.

Now it should be known that I hate roller coasters. If someone asks me to go on one, I typically will with the end result being my face in a garbage can less than a half hour later. You'd think I would learn and not do this, but like a jackass I try and try thinking the end result will be different. It never is.

That's how today's game felt, but more disturbing than that is how baseball is starting to make me feel. This is worse than an Election Day to me. I can't take the drama, I can't take the agony, I can't take the pain.

I would probably just give up after last night (courtesy of the shamen) and today (courtesy of pitching problems), but I can't. We were hitting like we should and Pedro is back in another week or so. Plus, I have made it this damn far. It's September for gawd's sake and we are still in first place.

I know we're off to Atlanta, so as Scarlett said, "Tomorrow is another day".

AARGH!

Yes, it is in caps. And yes, I am yelling. Not only was luck not on our side in last night's 3-2 loss to the Phillies, it was as bad as a downright curse. Has a shaman put a vex on the Mets or on Citizens Field? It's the only explanation I can come up with to explain Oli walking the pitcher as well as the bizarro call against Marlon Anderson.

Hey Mr. Shaman, there's a guy named CB Bucknor, he's an umpire.... I will look up his address and email it to you.

Matzo Bats are Back (and it's not good)

Why do we always suck the later in the season it gets? Last season September was pretty much awful. But then again, we were waay more than 5 games up and neither the Phillies or the Braves were where they are this year as competitors.

Luck was not on our side in last night's 4-2 loss to the Phillies, with a roller that rolled the wrong way. So it goes. What is more troublesome to me is the recurrence of problems such as matzo bats and relievers that bring no relief. We should be scoring runs; Citizens Park (while lovely) is as small as Barbie's House. We should be adding to our numbers and winning games, not helping that arrogant Jimmy Rollins. Blech.

Frustration. That's all I can say.

And P.S.... welcome back to Endy! Take the kindness now, as I am sure I will complain about you in a few days.

Fall is Here

I was there in late June when the Mets ate the Phillies for dinner. They ate them for lunch too, I just didn't go to the game. They even had snacks the next day.

But you would never have know that last night after the 9-2 pounding the Phillies gave my Mets. It was like one of those Pennsylvania Dutch Country smorgasbords for Philly.

And they got their giant meal. My boyfriend ejected for rejected authority the whole game. The Philles coach was ejected too. It's September friends, even if the calendar says August 28. Heck, ask the Presidential candidates... it's been September for months. Or at least their schedules have seemed like it.

Melting

It's the top of the 6th, Mets down 4-2 against the Dodgers. I wanted to believe that Johnny M. had it goin' on tonight. The beginning looked good, looked real good.

But now, melting like the Wicked Witch of the West.

UPDATE: 5-2, Schoeneweis is pitching, now it is 6-2, a double steal with runners on 2nd and 3rd and gettin' as ugly as the WWW's warts. Ugh.

My Boyfriend is HOT

Ok, I know David Wright is hot, like cute hot, but his numbers are amazin'. According to my friends over at Metsblog.com:

Mets 3B David Wright is the only player in the National League hitting over .300, with at least 80 runs scored, 80 RBI, 20 stolen bases and 20 home runs..... He is batting .403 in 77 at-bats in August, and .373 with a .489 OBP since the All-Star break. He has reached base in 15 of his last 19 plate appearances.

This post is motivated by the wonderful post excerpted above and the very stupid article in today's NY Post. This feeble attempt at lifestyle writing by a sports writer is worse than an actor running for president. Leave the Cosmo crap to those who can pull it off, Mr. Kernan. Thanks.

Plugging Away to October

Instead of watching baseball, yesterday I did a 63 mile bike ride for fun. I realize this is crazy. Today I am exhausted and looking forward to seeing Johnny get his groove back tonight (esp because I am doing absolutely NOTHING today).

Yesterday's 4-3 win against the Dodgers was good stuff. El Duque, as per usual, a beast of the finest order. I would argue he has been the most solid pitcher in our rotation all season. Granted, he has only been back since July, but we have not seen El Duque meltdowns as we have for pretty much everyone else on the mound.

For the closing, the not always predictable Heilman managed to keep it together for the win. But no Billy Wagner yesterday and not a lot of info, except something about a dead arm. Now, I have bitched the last few weeks about Billy and for good reason. But I hope he is back soon, as he is overall one of the best closers in baseball (29 saves, 2.05 ERA) and probably more predictable than anything else we've got. Plus, we'll need him in the post season.

Carlos D out of the funk. We need him back, just as much as we need to keep winning. We're at lucky number 7, let's see how much further we can go.

Ain't Going Down Like That

Last night's 9-8 loss to the Padres was the ickiest kind of loss. It was mostly luck, with a dash of bad pitching on our part (although it could be said that is 90 percent of baseball and probably of life).

But more important than tears, this is a wakeup call for the Mets. As of right now, the Padres are the wild card team. At the end of September, it might be what we have to face in the NLDS. And while this was only a three game series, I can assure you that many a Met will wake up this morning and think about how there is no way... no f&*cking way.... that an outing like that would mean the end of the chase.

Consider this series a straw poll. We know who we need to beat.

Groundhog Day

Haven't we been here before? Last night's 7-5 loss (which I caught most of on TV... jet lag is still nipping at me, hence the 5 am post) to the Padres was kinda painful to watch because I have seen precisely this before. The bats were performing beautifully, with the Jose, Luis, Carlos show doing what we need it to do...finally! But again, no relief from that damn ex-druggie Mota.

Now, I have bitched and bitched about our relief pitching, but I am fully disgusted now. We had a good chance to beat one of the best pitchers in the NL last night and it was our relief pitching that sunk us. It is late August, which is just too late to still have this crap happening. The bats are alive, it's time for the relief pitching to get with the program.

My only consolation is that both Atlanta and Philly lost. Phew. Enough of my rant. As reader MEC will remind me, it is about that and not about just one game.

Back!

Things are getting back to normal. I am home and today I got out of bed at 6 instead of 4 (jet lag), Carlos Beltran is the beast we know and love, and the Mets won a crazy ass game 7-6 against the NL Wild Card leader Padres.

Some things are still out of whack: Johnny Maine not even lasting 6 innings and giving up 3 runs. Billy Wagner giving me indigestion (while this is not uncommon, it is out of whack). Women fighting hand to hand combat in politics. Going to bed last night before Sportscenter.

I guess all a girl can do is watch, wait, hope, and try to stay up later.

What I find interesting about last night's game is the players (other than Carlos B), who made stuff happen. Names we didn't hear in April and May - Lastings Milledge (ok, there was the bad rap record...), Luis Castillo, Marion Anderson, and Mike DiFelice. All of these players were clutch and all of them are new. It's a testament to the talent of these guys, the team, the coaches, and Omar.

The next week or so will test 'em for sure - SD, LA, Philly and Atlanta. But it's all good.