Thursday, June 14, 2007
In The End of This L.A. Story, Everybody Dies
Hey, more exclusive Mets/Dodgers highlights straight off the presses. This clip is a mere montage of Wednesday night's action:
Where Tuesday featured a meltdown of historic proportions (that game marked the first time that the 7-8-9 order of a lineup hit consecutive home runs where the 9 hole hitter was actually a pitcher), Wednesday's game was a suffocation of the ho-hum variety, a 9-1 beating behind the woodshed by the no longer offensively challenged Los Angeles Dodgers.
Yes, it was television too brutal to watch, yet I couldn't turn away.
David Chase's Sopranos ending forced viewers to bring something to the table and think. The Mets, meanwhile, are forcing bloggers everywhere to try to explain this 1-9 slide...and the best that I could probably do is stand at the doorway shrugging my shoulders making an unintelligible sound resembling a walrus when it's attacked by a polar bear.
No hitting? Been there. No bullpen? Done that. Slumping starting pitching? Bought the souvenir t-shirt. Tonight, the new victims to go along with all the old victims was the defense. No diving, vapor locks on covering first, dropped throws from the mound...it all added up to another carcass picked at by the vultures of Dodger Stadium (to go along with all the birds that picked at our carcass back in Detroit).
And guess where we go next? That's correct, the Bronx where every newspaper man, ESPN analyst, and head of state will be salivating at the bit to bury the Mets and are already writing stories leading this way: "Now that the Yankees have swept the Mets and have taken back the city..." It's enough to make this blogger go on media blackout besides actual baseball games for three days to a week and a half. Imagine if you will, how the Mets are feeling right now.
Well you don't have to imagine how Paul Lo Duca is feeling...you saw it on display after the game, head in hands...disgusted look on his face...ready to take a bat to something. Maybe he already has taken a bat to something. A wall? A toilet stall? Wilson Betemit's head?
It doesn't matter. Because taking a bat to any of those options only serves as a reminder that walls, bathroom stalls, and heads of Dodgers are not baseballs. And if you're not making solid contact with baseballs, there's no use wasting all those hits on other options. They'll need all the hits they can get come this weekend.
Where Tuesday featured a meltdown of historic proportions (that game marked the first time that the 7-8-9 order of a lineup hit consecutive home runs where the 9 hole hitter was actually a pitcher), Wednesday's game was a suffocation of the ho-hum variety, a 9-1 beating behind the woodshed by the no longer offensively challenged Los Angeles Dodgers.
Yes, it was television too brutal to watch, yet I couldn't turn away.
David Chase's Sopranos ending forced viewers to bring something to the table and think. The Mets, meanwhile, are forcing bloggers everywhere to try to explain this 1-9 slide...and the best that I could probably do is stand at the doorway shrugging my shoulders making an unintelligible sound resembling a walrus when it's attacked by a polar bear.
No hitting? Been there. No bullpen? Done that. Slumping starting pitching? Bought the souvenir t-shirt. Tonight, the new victims to go along with all the old victims was the defense. No diving, vapor locks on covering first, dropped throws from the mound...it all added up to another carcass picked at by the vultures of Dodger Stadium (to go along with all the birds that picked at our carcass back in Detroit).
And guess where we go next? That's correct, the Bronx where every newspaper man, ESPN analyst, and head of state will be salivating at the bit to bury the Mets and are already writing stories leading this way: "Now that the Yankees have swept the Mets and have taken back the city..." It's enough to make this blogger go on media blackout besides actual baseball games for three days to a week and a half. Imagine if you will, how the Mets are feeling right now.
Well you don't have to imagine how Paul Lo Duca is feeling...you saw it on display after the game, head in hands...disgusted look on his face...ready to take a bat to something. Maybe he already has taken a bat to something. A wall? A toilet stall? Wilson Betemit's head?
It doesn't matter. Because taking a bat to any of those options only serves as a reminder that walls, bathroom stalls, and heads of Dodgers are not baseballs. And if you're not making solid contact with baseballs, there's no use wasting all those hits on other options. They'll need all the hits they can get come this weekend.
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Is that the officially sanctioned Mets Sacrificial Kitten?
I vote we call up Jake Gautreau from the Zephyrs to act as DH for this series. Did he really go 6 for 7 with 8 RBIs the other night against Iowa??!!
I vote we trade for Craig Brazell.
Jaap is onto something.
Valentin came in as an infield sub last yr and won a place at the expense of chopsui. Now Gotay and Jake Gautreau (is that ever a cajun name), are the chomping after that oppurtunity. I'd hand it to them. The virtually the last stretch of games we won were off the bat of Gotay.
Shake up oppurtunity? The other FA's to be Green, LoDuca and Alou are precarious too.
LoDuca is a 'blue collar' catcher, but I am not one of his fan's. He does alot of things well, but Benji Molina and Vic Martinez are on my wanted list.
Hey anonymous - that chopsui comment wasn't funny.
I'm all for shaking something up - get some passion going on the Mets. Penny has passion - he was yelling at Green about something (stealing signs?) last night. In the previous game, after Kuo flips his bat after homering, our guy says "whatever".
I am not, however, high on Gotay. Don't forget that he looked at three fastball strikes in a row in the 9th the other day in the Mets 5-3 loss. To quote Keith Hernandez: "What are you looking for - a knuckleball?"
I do not know how much more I can take. It is bad enough that I live here in California and I can not watch the games, but when they come, they get buried by a team that couldn't buy a hit against the Blue Jays? Yes, Brad Penny is on fire, but when you lose to Wolf and Kuo, there are some serious issues going on...that was one of the longest drives I had to make going home last night, but that was probably because my neighbor was with me and he was dressed in Dodger Blue....
At least I can take solace that the Mets can not lose today....
Before I forget...Happy Anniversary to Metstradamus and to all Rangers fans as this is the 13th anniversary of them winning the cup...
I thought the Art Howe era of mailing it in was behind us and that Willie Randolph, although not the greatest field manager, was a great motivator (in the Herm Edwards style). But over the past 10 games, as this team is hearing footsteps, its not clear that Willie is demonstrating anything other than just watching the games go by.
They'll get there. A day off to brood about these losses, let the losing really seap in, so that they can remember it and put it past them.
The Mets aren't this bad, and consequentially, the Yankees aren't this good. Things will even out this weekend, I have confidence in the three C's. Clobbering Clemens and Clippard.
The Mets have not lost a season series to the Yankees since 2003. The Yankees would have to sweep to do so this year.
Oh. Maybe we should trade for Link..that sword(or kitten) couldn't hit the ball worse than Delgado's bat.
Metstra, how'd you score in my quiz today?
Toasty,
My SAT strategy of answering C for all of them only got me to John Maine status.
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