The Magic Is Back?

Every morning I sit down and prepare to write something about how the injuries cost the Mets their season. And yet, every night I watch the game they some how manage to prove me wrong. Just when you think the list of injuries can’t pile up any more for this team, it does. At the same time, just when you think this will cause them to go on an 8 game losing streak, it doesn’t. 

So I ask the New York Mets, to please make a decision on whether or not you plan to really go for it this year. Because I cannot keep riding these highs and lows everyday.  Mets fans like myself are cautious. We’re afraid to think that we can actually pull this off and clinch that last wild card spot in case those dreams are shattered. 

And then I think, what would be even more magical that last season’s post season run, is a second one this year, and with a rag tag group of players. Maybe “rag tag” isn’t the right word. But it’s certainly not the lineup we thought we would see at the end of August. I would say that only Curtis Granderson has really remained consistently healthy from that original opening day line up. Bartolo Colon, our 43 year old beloved starter, seems to be the only pitcher not dealing with some kind of ailment. I’m guessing at this point in his career it’s just that he’s already been through it all. 

Despite all of this, the Mets are 2.5 games out of the wild card. Madness. Which is why I think maybe this season, more so than last, if they could manage to sneak into the post season, they would truly be fitting of the title “The Miracle Mets.” 

 Personal note: I never get tired of seeing Yo batflip.

The Nats Problematic Fave

As a Mets fan, Bryce Harper is basically the devil. Except I’d like to think the devil wouldn’t be as “bro-y” as Harper. The devil would like to think himself better than that. Every now and then we get a sweet glimpse of who Harper truly is though, and it never fails to amuse me. He is an over paid furry toddler who likes to throw tantrums. Just look at this glorious shot of his stupid hair whip to and fro after he slammed his helmet to the ground and proceeded to curse out the home plate umpire.

There’s something very Chris Farley about this which just makes me love it more.  

There it is. Farley of course, was probably more fun to have around. Some how the tantrum didn’t quite rally the troops and the Nats fell to the Rockies 9-4 in extra innings.

Eyes on the Tribe

A few years back, 2013 or 2014, I don’t remember exactly, I picked the Cleveland Indians to win the World Series. They did not. I can’t remember what prompted me to make that decision. It was more of an early gut instinct that I just decided to run with. At the beginning of this season I think everyone thought we could be in for a South Side/North Side Chicago World Series. Something that, should it happen in my lifetime, I would easily drop money to go see. 

It may not be the White Sox from the AL Central, but I could definitely see how this shapes up to be a Cleveland/Chicago, battle of the Midwest Fall Classic. These teams are the most fun to watch. As a Mets fan I’m constantly in awe just at their ability to score with runners in scoring position. Can you even fathom the madness that would follow in the city of Cleveland if their basketball team and baseball team won championships in the same year? 

I still can’t seem to bring myself to actively root for the Cubs in any of these predicted post-season situations. Some people are blown away by that.

“It’s been over 100 years! Don’t you think they deserve it?” 

Sure. I hate that the Mets haven’t won a World Series in 30 years so I can’t even begin to understand how Cubs fans must feel. I suppose it’s just that awful part of me that thinks it’s genuinely funny at this point that 108 years have passed with out a Cubs win.  That part of me that likes to take a joke too far and then see just how much further it could go. It’s so amusing that no matter how good the Cubs manage to be, the club finds some way to come up just a little bit short. What can I say? I have a dark sense of humor. 

I watched the Indians/Blue Jays game last night. They came up just a little short themselves, losing 6-5. But they were down originally 5-0. It’s always a tough loss when you battle back and yet still manage to come up short. But it’s the battle itself that I find so interesting. The Jays got lucky with that solo shot, that put them up in the inning following Lonnie Chisenhall’s 3 run bomb. If you give the Tribe a chance to comeback, they’re absolutely deadly. Case in point, the previous night:

There’s still a decent amount of baseball left. I know it’s an even year which usually bodes well for the Giants, but my pick is still the Tribe. 

The Diamondbacks

Someone. Anyone. Get this team a new uniform. They look like prisoners that got lost in the desert.

Let’s forget for a moment that Im mad about them clobbering the Mets this season.  The worst part of watching those games was looking at them do it in those dark gray jumpsuits.