Well, who thought it would be so hard to find 15 to 20 minutes each day to write about baseball?
Okay, that’s not completely fair, since it always ends up being closer to 45-50 minutes, and little things like work and family sometimes get in the way. But Made in the Shea-de has to do a better job of staying on top of this blog, and he will.
Rough week for the Metsies, this past one. I won’t comment on the Philly series. It was what it was. All I will say is, I was present the last time we saw Johan do what he did on Sunday night, and it wasn’t pretty. Yes, last year my brother’s father-in-law scored us seats in the Jim Beam section at Yankee Stadium for the Sunday game, so we were eyewitnesses to the last beating he took. But Philly was worse – all he needed to do was get one out, facing the bottom of the Philly order, and he couldn’t do it. I’d be lying if I claimed I’m not worried about physical issues; after all, that’s what it turned out to be last year.
As for Cincy, I spent this week frustated like the rest of you, but for some reason, I actually found some small solace: each day I actually believed they could win, even when the ‘pen coughed it up late in the game.
Notwithstanding that sentiment, I have to wonder what Manuel is thinking (as usual). Forget the lame double switch on Wednesday (I get it, you claim you need to keep Tatis in the game in case Henry Blanco goes down, but Tatis for Wright?!) that didn’t have a chance to kill them. Forget that. Let’s talk about Fernando Nieve and Pedro Feliciano. They have been great, so I can’t kill them for faltering this week. I can, however, get on Manuel for using them to the point of obliteration. I recommend we all enjoy these two pitchers now, because in about a month, they will both be useless, if not hurt, from overwork. It’s not like we haven’t seen this before.
I’ll remain cautiously optimistic for this weekend against SF – maybe they’ll cool off like… well, like the Mets did. Pelf will bounce back, Johan will be Johan, and Bay will hit.
Right?
