Baseball & Other Musings to Pass the Time

I'm a baseball fan first and a sports fan second. I thought this World Series was going to be a better match up. Apparently I was kidding myself...that or I was desperate for a feel-good story. Guess that may not work out. I'm already tired of the Red Sox and their antics. Since when did they jump on a high horse?! It's funny for two seconds; oh and then I feel like I'm watching the dopey version of the late-90's Yankees.

So besides the World Series & the inevitable end of another baseball season, the sports world is full of interesting tidbits. There's that NFL game in London this weekend...I'm sure that will go well. NFL and Europe are not compatible...I'm not even a football fan and I can recognize this. I will admit I have become a sucker for my grad. school's football team though. I'm learning to embrace the only game I've ever been a real outsider too. We'll see how long that last...

The NHL is up and running. Yeah, I forgot too. I predict another lackluster season of NHL hockey, especially if Ryan Smyth continues to tour the country spreading his man tears everywhere. College Hockey is so much more exciting that the "show." That is one opinion I will never change.

The Knicks & MSG are going to spontaneously combust at any moment. It all started when Mr. Marbury started selling $15 shoes. You knew that was the beginning of the end. Apparently the World Series isn't front page worthy this week, as every damn magazine was committed to the Celtics. Real nice...

Back to baseball. Barry Bonds is whining, Scott Boras is talking about money, the Yankees are still making mistakes. The best news is that Jacoby Ellsbury is a modern day American Hero. With his stolen base Thursday night he swiped every American a free taco. Needless to say, this promotion by Taco Bell is absolutely genius. So hat tip to Taco Bell...and don't forget to get your taco Tuesday, Oct. 30 from 2-5pm.

All is right in the world. As the offseason progresses & the hotstove heats up, I'll still be here to weigh in on all the action. What will be the biggest piece of news in my eyes is if this list from the Mitchell investigation is released. That should give us all plenty to talk about. If I throw in some non-baseball chit chat I hope you don't mind. Thanks to anyone who has continued reading! I truly appreciate it. Soak up the last few moments of baseball before we are subjected to a long winter...

Rox & Sox

To the World Series we go. I'm mildly disappointed that the Indians couldn't pull out this series, but the Red Sox were just too strong. Do I like the Red Sox? Not so much. Do they make me laugh? Sure they do...

Just 4 years ago, the thought of being a Red Sox fan could make a grown man cry. Despite all the allure of Fenway, the Green Monster, Red Sox Nation there was also a lot of despair. But since 2004, the attitude has changed. Did you watch that celebration last night? Who are these guys? Who are these Boston fans? It's almost as if now they expect to get there. And sure they are powerful and probably should be there, but I hate when fans and players walk around with a sense of entitlement.

It should be clear that I'm rooting for the Rockies when the World Series gets underway. I'll have my purple all geared up for Wednesday. I give the Red Sox a point for humor, but there gets a point when the bullpen band, Beckett's F-bombs, Papelbon's riverdance, Papi & This is why I'm hot, and Manny being Manny just gets to be too much. I'm sure if you're on the inside & the Sox are your team, all these things are endearing. Probably exactly why you love your team. Through this I can understand why people cannot stand Mets home run celebrations. But what can you do? A team's personality is what it is...but the Red Sox are a bunch of wackos.

That being said...Terry Francona is one hell of a manager. I'll give him that. And speaking of wackos, the poor lady presenting the trophies in the clubhouse last night was a mess and a half. I feel like the postseason is 15 years long. They can get rid of the 3 million off days any time now. 4 more wins and we'll be knee deep in the offseason. Until then I have my fingers crossed for the kids from Colorado. With the wintry conditions in Denver, an early Christmas present may not be too much to ask.

Worst Blogger Ever

Worst Blogger Ever = me! I have been a terrible lady blogger in these days since the regular season has ended. I think I was so wrapped up in the highs and lows of the Mets run, or lack their of, just made me so exhausted. That being said...I have been committed to the playoffs and they have been worth every second. I was happy to see the Phils bow out early; the Yankees and all their issues are such a joke; the D'backs and Rockies series was a bit of a letdown, as I expected a closer series; and this stretched out playoff schedule is starting to drive me bananas.

Red Sox and Indians have come down to game 7. Enter anxious shiver here. I hate everything about game 7's now. The Indians cannot let this slip away after taking a 3-1 lead, but now it all comes down to just 9 innings. There is no tomorrow for one of these teams. Fenway is going to be crazy & the tribe needs to win the war. I'm disappointed in my boy Fausto...guy could've gotten it together for this series. It would have been a thought. So before I move on, Come on Cleveland. Do it for my buddy Zac, who might just implode if you blow this!

Now the Rockies. Is this team playing incredible baseball or what?! I have jumped on the purple bandwagon, despite my plea to ditch purple as a man's team color. It has been exciting to watch this run they have been on. I am concerned the long break before the series may not be the best of things, but only time will tell. I have always been on the fence about destiny...and teams of destiny. Ask me in November if I change my mind.

And finally, the Mets. I apologize for those of you who were reading regularly & may have believed I bailed for the off season. Thankfully my schedule filled up as the Mets faded into the sunset. Until the hot stove heats up, the news in Queens has been slow. The Yankees gave us a hand in stealing all the nasty headlines so I offer them my thanks. I have avoided SNY; Mets Weekly; my drawer of Mets apparel; and obviously my Mets blog. Then damn ESPN interviews my man D.Wright at the Rutgers game the other night. And as stupid as it may sound, then and there I missed our Mets. I missed Gary, Keith, and Ron (who I believed used Just For Men before his TBS stint.) I missed Kevin Burkhardt eating everything in sight at a Dodgers game. I missed the obnoxious HR dances. I miss David everywhere. I miss Moises Alou and his quads that make me hold my breath. I missed El Duque's bunions & Willie's sketchy post-game conferences. I miss the ride that is a Mets fan; even if it's not always very fun. The Sizemore's, Holliday's, Carmona's, Beckett's, and Cleveland bugs will get me through October, but they will never be a sufficient substitute. I'm already flipping the calendar, counting down until Spring Training. Purple may be the color of the month, but I want my blue and orange back.

Still Not Happy...

Do you feel any better? I don't. Willie Randolph is coming back. Yayyy! Crack open the champagne....errr wait. What's that you say Willie? "When we do drink champagne it will be that much sweeter; if we don't, that's life." Right, right. Thanks for clearing that up. But you're coming back because Omar runs the show. I really used to like Omar but this year and the handling of "the collapse" thus far have not been scoring any points. My favorite tidbit from the announcement today. "At one point, he [Randolph] walked through the clubhouse and noted his missing mustache."I was going to slit my throat," Randolph said. "But my aim was high." I guess the past few days have made me quite morbid because that made me laugh out loud. P.S...check out the picture from the press conference today. It definitely looks like Willie and Omar have an outstanding relationship. I also just won a million dollars.

Then let's talk about pictures of Carlos Delgado carrying around his Derek Jeter jersey. That's really cute Carlos, really. Too bad Jeter will be in the postseason because a) he can still hit a baseball and b) he's not afraid of being a leader.

Oddly enough Orlando Hernandez can't speak English now. He was talking to reporters on Monday through a translator. I mean, are you kidding me?! Arthritis, a bunion, 17 therapeutic boots, 2 vacations a year, crapping out at the end of the past 2 seasons and a translator. You can get the heck outta here too.

And then to make matters worse...in a move to protect my continued investment in this organization, the very concerned about Mets fans, Jeff Wilpon, sent me an email on Monday. As if I had been living under a rock, he informed me that the season was a bitter disappointment, there would be meetings, improvements, and changes. Oh yes and the best part...."You deserve better results." Conveniently that was followed by thanks again for your money. Thanks to the "Ownership Group" for telling me NOTHING I DIDN'T ALREADY KNOW!

If you missed it the Phillies were throwing celebrations in Philadelphia for winning the division. Newsflash: You didn't win anything yet but a crappy white t-shirt. Win a World Series and then you can start clanging the Liberty Bell.

One thing I was happy about...the Wild Card Tiebreaker. I was hesitant to put in on, but I'm so glad I did. After weeks of terrible baseball, last night was a perfect reminder of why baseball is the greatest game on earth. That was a phenomenal game last night in every sense of the word. Electric crowd, early leads, a grand slam, great bullpens, comebacks, extra innings, meltdowns, close plays, botched balls, and a walk off win. When you follow a team that has a monumental meltdown as the Mets did...it's easy to forget the beauty of baseball. But last night we had 13 innings of reason. I like the Rockies & I love the story. The Rockies were actually involved in the first baseball game I ever went to; so they are near and dear in a weird way. That they're playing the Phillies in the first round only makes me root for them that much more. I know it's tough to turn on baseball after what we just watched, but try to watch these playoffs. It proves to be a great month of baseball in general & the magic that happens in October cannot be re-created any time of year...regardless of the teams involved.

Yesterday = Numb, Today = Angry

Okay, so yesterday I was numb. I had no other words than that. Today I am angry. After listening to yesterday's postgame reactions I am angry, add to that annoyed. I have never felt more disrespected or brushed aside as a fan of this organization as I did yesterday. Let me begin my rant...

Tom Glavine: Thank you for telling me you weren't devastated. That's fine, but 54,000+ sat there yesterday and were. Add to that all those watching & listening at home and you have a whole lot of devastated people. So cut us some slack Tom. You're days are a Met have come to the end. Thanks for notching your 300th win in the blue and orange, all while adding very little to the blue and orange. Okay, so you're a veteran and the consummate professional...but when you had to lay it all out there, you dropped the ball. Parting in this case will not be sweet sorrow.

Willie Randolph: Umm I just want to remind you that the fans are how you people eat at night. We allow for your paychecks. So have a little sympathy and realize that Mets fans are not the same breed as Yankees fans. When the press asks you what kind of message you have for devastated Mets fans...what was your answer? "We're devastated too. But we're gonna learn from this and move on. But hey listen, I'm worried about my team first and foremost." Alright Willie, that's nice and all. I'm glad you're worried about patching bandaids for the grown men in your clubhouse. But in all due respect, throw us a little bit of respect. And you wonder why everyone is calling for your head.

Omar Minaya: If this guy tried to tell me ONE MORE TIME that "Look this is a good team. This is still a team who was in a pennant race. This is still a team that won 88 games. This is where we want to be. Ya know what I'm sayin." I was here for all 162 games Omar! I know you won 88 games and you probably could have won about 15-16 more if they didn't always cough it up. This season was a downgrade from last year, regardless of what names are on the paper. I'm not an idiot. Stop trying to make excuses and still say this team is a good team. Do something worthwhile this offseason and I'll quit my bitching.

Billy Wagner: Shut up already. You have managed to crap the bed in every damn big game and yes I'd keep you as my closer, but I still think you're overrated. Always have, always will. What I can't stand about you is you're pretty quick to always point the finger and throw someone else under the bus. You've always got something negative to say and I think you're a bad teammate. Yes you heard it here...a bad teammate & given the chance I'd ship you out on the first bus too. You and Tommy G. can hold hands on the way out of town. Again...shut your big fat trap.

Jose Reyes: Find yourself already dammit. Will the real Jose Reyes please stand up? The boos will not go away next year if you do not get it together and lose the 'tude. Please and Thank You!

I would like to say a brief thank you to Pedro & Paul for showing they were angry. I was angry. Thanks for being a reflection of how your fans felt like. Thank you David Wright for being a real captain. This organization is yours for years to come & that is the only thing I am excited about.

Today I am annoyed. Today I am angry. I have nothing positive to say today. Maybe in a few days I'll be able to see some positive. But today I feel disrespected. Beyond being letdown by my team on the field, I now feel letdown by my team in the clubhouse. In a place like New York the fans are the pulse of your team, and I don't need you to send me a box of kleenex. What I would appreciate is a little recognition and not a slap in the face. The fans are devastated. The fans are angry. I don't care you won 88 games. I don't care Tom Glavine won 303 games in his lifetime. I don't care Willie Randolph is a big boy and can take the heat. Recognize that your pulse is fading & you have to find a way to fix that, along with your team.

Enter Words Here

This sucks. The fact that it ever came down to game 162 sucks. This one is painful because this...we took away from ourselves. This is one of the types of collapses that will have repercussions for a while. Heads are going to hang, changes are going to be made, some fans are going to jump ship. It's all going to happen and it's all quite understandable.

Going into next year, the last year at Shea, this organization has some serious regrouping to do. But I can't even think that far ahead. I wish I could say I am surprised today, but you can just feel when you're team has that extra "thing." I haven't felt that in a long time about these Mets, so maybe I was preparing for the worst as other teams all over the place seemed to be pouring killer instinct all over the place. That being said, it doesn't mean I enjoyed these guys any less, or this season any less. I rooted, I cheered, and hoped for the best until another strikeout ended another wasted season. Preparing for the worst didn't make it any easier, it has just made me feel numb.

I'm not sure what to say to anyone reading or to my friends or even to myself. As exciting as the playoffs may be, I may take the week off from baseball. I'm tired, I'm burned out, I'm drained...like I said. Just plain numb. The Phillies did what they had to do and hats off to Jimmy Rollins and his big mouth. It worked, that's all I can say. Besides that, I have no desire to watch the Phillies play in October because the whole idea makes me want to throw up.

Only time will tell how this all will play out and what after shocks the organization will feel, but this could take a while to bounce back from. It's not going to be an easy road ahead...but if it's any consolation, being a Mets fan has never been easy. I don't have eloquent words yet, or any deep insight to the season. I need a day or two to let this sink in. If you're a reader here...which I know there are some, I encourage you guys to post today, tonight, tomorrow. Whenever. It's okay to vent...look ahead...whatever you do to cope with this meltdown. Unfortunately the Mets have packed up until February...and until then, all we have is each other.

More Blue Than Orange

"I'm embarrassed. It's embarrassing. It's pretty pathetic that we have this division within our grasp with 7 home games and we can't find a way to win one of them. It's a bad feeling. It's a feeling that the fans deserve better. Ownership deserves better. The front office deserves better. Willie, the coaching staff deserves better. This is on the players." D. Wright

It came from David Wright's mouth, but it could have come from any of us. There's anger, frustration, disappointment, sadness, etc. Personally, I'm just very tired and well, a bit broken hearted. The faces of Mets fans sitting in the stands tonight, staring into nothingness after the game was really too much to handle. It really was the epitome of gut-wrenching. End of story.

This is the toughest day to be a Mets fan in recent history. Game 7 last year was tough...but this is something beyond that. It's helplessness, it's confusing...and we have no one to blame but our own team. It does not rest on the shoulders of one guy...this team has lost it as a team. If it's not one thing, it's another; defense, offense, focus, starting pitching, bullpen. I don't need to describe games or mistakes to you, but there is nothing to take the sting out of tonight. To see the Phillies on top made me sick, but I am a realist and they have played like hell to get there. They didn't throw the towel in and boy do they ever have the momentum.

I don't know what to make of anything. Or what to do if the worst-case scenario comes true. Everyone took this team for granted and at the worst possible time reality has set in. But here we are, and the Mets are not mathematically out of it. I was a math major and appreciate the numbers game, so we cannot concede yet. Stranger things have happened in the realm of baseball & the Mets can still make the playoffs. Do I feel optimistic tonight? No. But there is still a glimmer of hope.

I have never heard as eerie a silence as the one at Shea tonight in the 9th. The fans almost personified the lifeless team we have seen the past few weeks & other times throughout the summer. This team is on life support and so are their fans. It's hard to ask any more of each other at this point. The Mets have collapsed. If they can climb above the rubble or fall deeper in the ground will be determined in the next few days. I still believe because I'm a Mets fan and I am doubtful because I am human. I know there is still hope & Carlos Beltran is telling me it's not over yet, but I never had such a "sky has fallen" feeling as tonight. We all will deal with this is our own way...and you may or may not believe. You may broken hearted as I am or still holding on for dear life...but there is one thing you need to be for the next 2 days. You need to be there. Whether it is in front of you TV watching your team, or in the stands willing them with the last sliver of energy you have...but if you are a fan, YOU WILL BE THERE. Hold on Mets fans...we'll get through it together.

I'm Back to Being Normal...For Now

Magic Number: 7

Although Pedro was pitching last night...I chose happy hour (at a bar with the Mets on TV). That was as close to a night off as I could get. I didn't even turn it on when I got home and the rain had subsided. I couldn't do that to myself.

Today, which by the way I can't stand 3:55pm starts, Ollie P needed to be a big shot. With one eye on a presentation for work and the other wandering eye on baseball, I think I saw him be effective & come up huge. I wasn't seeing things...that was the real deal.

So 2 wins later, a bad attitude for all things Philadelphia, and Mets in moderation...the good news is I am starting to return to a normal human being. The Mets were doing bad things to me. They were making me a very angry, annoyed, unpleasant baseball fan. Along with that people were telling me I looked like the dog I don't have died. I was losing my sense of humor & I was convinced the world as I knew it must hate me. Welcome to being a Mets fan, circa 2007. This was not the season I've been waiting for, despite the word from Mets marketing.

The good news is I am going to be okay and so are all of you. The Mets have really tested our loyalty this season; but those who are true fans have earned their stripes in times that were ten times more terrible than this. The Mets may scratch and claw their way to the playoffs and we may have some bumps and bruises from the ride this year, but we need to look alive. They need us more than ever now. So do what you can to freshen up...head to happy hour, take a nap, go to the gym.

It always makes me sad when fall finally arrives. It is as bittersweet a time as I have each year. I love everything about a change in season, yet I dread the end of baseball season. I am usually exhausted at this time of year as I realize I'm far too emotionally invested in this team. Especially after a year of watching your team ride a rollercoaster. So as exciting as playoff baseball can be, I always have a hard time. It's a long season, that goes by too fast. Then before you can blink, October turns your team into the past, despite the glory or heartbreak that comes of it. I hate the uncertainty that October brings; with 162 games a fan knows that it doesn't matter how good or bad their team is, they'll be there 162 times. October does not guarantee tomorrow. There's the part of me that needs 4 months to find sanity and have my nights to myself again, but just like anything you know is good for you, I'd like to avoid the off-season more than asparagus.

8 more days of certainty, 8 more games, 8 more nights of wishing the Phillies would die already...soak it up everyone. Then we have to answer to October.

UGHHHH

Good god. Can they put a solid effort on the field on back to back nights? NO. This is getting a little ridiculous. Okay I'm lying, ridiculous was a month ago. While Wagner is nursing back spasms and feeding his alpacas, I'm tossing my TV out the window because my left toe could be more effective out of the pen.

Don't the Mets understand that it is not easy to function as a normal human being while they continue to roll over for the East to keep running over us? Have they watched a highlight of the Phillies? Do they not see that they are driven to win this thing? They've displayed 15 times the heart this Mets team has...and I hate this Phillies, but it's the truth. Today I was breathing...tonight I need the oxygen mask again. Hell, why don't we just find some absurd way to let the Braves back in the race at this point. Lead's back to 1.5, the magic number will probably stay at 9 for another week, and I've concluded that no Mets blogger can make any coherent sense on their blog right now. I almost dread each game now and believe that the Mets could have a 27 run lead and still find a way to cough it up. Ghajghkjagdkjagkdlih!

The Word of the Day is Potential

Magic Number: 9

Deep breath in...and now exhale slowly. Phew. A nice, solid win. You almost forgot what it felt like right? I had to laugh tonight though. The panic we have all been feeling even shook the marketing offices of the Mets. Tonight during the game as Gary Cohen is giving his usual plug to register for your opportunity to get postseason tickets...the promo on the bottom of my screen pops up that used to say "2007 Postseason Tickets." What did it say tonight? "2007 Potential Postseason Tickets." Willie may be all about even-keel but someone out there is shakin' in their boots. Thanks though, it made me chuckle.

This ballclub has so much potential though. That's where the root of our frustrations have come from this year. Watching a team play 75% of its season under the fan's opinion of their potential is enough to drive even the most adamant "Ya Gotta Believe"-ers nuts. But potential is an imaginary concept if you can't stack up the W's. Tonight was a relief, but they have to keep moving in the right direction tomorrow night in Miami.

Speaking of right, David Wright is still a potential MVP in my eyes. If not of the National League, he is this team's MVP. To think that just 3 years ago I saw him play with the Mets in Montreal as a mid-season call up, all wide-eyed and bushy-tailed to be a big leaguers, and now he's a veteran on this team is very hard to believe.

Mike Pelfrey. I know many Mets fan had enough of Mr. Pelfrey after his 0-7 stint, but from Spring Training I really liked this kid. He is tonight's definition of potential. He was in a tough spot tonight. Despite the fact he was facing the Nationals, he had to step up and stop the bleeding. For the most part, he fought hard and answered the bell. If he continues to gain some poise and confidence in his stuff, he's going to make many of you happy in the future.

The bullpen has the potential to be good...if you delete half of the members.

The fact that the Yankees are 1.5 games behind the Red Sox has the potential of making me throw up.

And this picture from Yahoo...well it struck me in an ironic, corny kind of way. In all the struggles the Mets have faced this year, many fans including myself have questioned Willie Randolph's potential as a manager. I think so many people involved with this organization, from the marketers, to the media, to the fans felt a sense of entitlement with this team. That they deserved to be in the postseason because of last season and the names on the roster. But that expectation has set us up for a potential letdown because nothing in baseball is guaranteed. Willie Randolph has faced so much criticism this season; some of it deserved, some of it because our own personal expectations have not been fulfilled. In the face of it all he has remained true to himself and his way, even though he may not have support of the masses. Although I don't always agree with Willie, I respect him for that. So don't lose sight of the big picture everyone. We are still in first place. And it is Willie who has contributed to the turnaround of this organization. I don't know how long this will last, but I personally am going to try to be less critical of him (for now), because without him, we may not have a picture to look at.

If It's Not One Thing, It's Another

I'm not as angry tonight. The offensive really gave it a whirl; the defense didn't look like 5 year-old T-ball players; most of the 'pen was better. But thanks John Maine for serving this one up on a silver platter. Seriously, when one thing goes right, the other goes wrong. Story of the season. I feel like the sky is falling and we can't stop it.

I appreciate the players only meeting the team held today, if just to make me feel like they were annoyed by this streak too. I was encouraged by the small signs of life tonight, but it still didn't produce the W. What's even more annoying is that it feels like every force in the universe is fighting against the Mets. As we speak the Phillies & Cards game is in the top of the 12th. The Phillies will not die. Could it be anyone else but Manny Acta's team that is playing the role of spoiler?! I used to like Manny a lot. Even worse, Moises Alou has a tight quad. Wait and get this, El Duque is out 7-10 more days and can't do ANYTHING because his foot is in a boot...for a bunion for christ's sake. And the Mets keep rolling that "Your postseason has come." commercial as some kind of funny joke. I'm a Mets fan and I'm convinced the world hates me. Haha.

I will not preach all this keep believing hoopla right now. Obviously some part of me still believes or else I wouldn't still be tuning in each night and blogging waiting for the turnaround. Right now I'm grumpy. But I'll be back tomorrow and so will each of you. Because we're Mets fans. And misery loves company.

I Can't Even Sleep

When it comes to the Mets I try to see the big picture; not get too high, not get too low. I try to stay optimistic; because I was raised a Mets fan, so when it comes to baseball you are bred to see the optimism. I was even going to hold out until tomorrow morning, when I would be in a much safer state to post. But I'm still angry. And the Mets never make me this kind of angry.

If Willie Randolph was coming to a slow boil tonight, then my pot over-floweth. I am not qualified to be a manager, but is Willie an idiot? Really? To double switch LoDuca out of the game when you're trailing and you're team can't seem to catch or throw the ball...was that the brightest move he could come up with? Is he serious?

This bullpen is terrible. There's really no way to sugar-coat the obvious anymore. Willie has not managed the bullpen effectively all year; now they're being pushed beyond their limits; and the quality out there has really been disheartening. Thanks to Metsblog for making me chuckle tonight...reminding me that today's disaster did not feature Mota. Now that my Met friends is a terrible day. I mean when Brian Lawrence is pitching on Sept. 16th in the heat of a pennant race, I ask myself where all our "pitching depth" went? I know, I know. El Duque has a bunion. And I have a hangnail. It's a tough life.

Earlier this season I said on this blog that I did not think Willie's even-keel attitude would help this team when it came down to do-or-die. They're showing that right now and as I said before, I do not think this team could respond to October pressure. I just don't believe it from the product they have put on the field this season. You can only turn so many pages before the book ends. If they don't pull their heads out of their behinds soon, your postseason will never come. They have been banking on the Phillies to have another letdown, or that they will magically win tomorrow, but the game doesn't happen that way. Passive teams do not win championships. And this team is the top-notch definition of passive.

Much appreciation to Omar Minaya who went to the clubhouse for hugs and encouragement after the game. I'll take one if he wants to come visit me. Also hat tip to Manny Acta for a) the job he's done in his first year in general and b) for not sending his running in the 6th with a 3-2 count and only 1 out. Thanks Manny for trying to minimize the embarrassment.

I do not blame Willie or Omar or any ONE person for this complete meltdown. If the Mets lose this division lead, it will be a collective effort. But in my eyes, Willie has lost control. He can't seem to rally the troops in and what's worse is he's upsetting the apple-cart. Check out LoDuca's post game reaction if you don't know what I mean. I'm sure many of you are as angry and frustrated as I am. I hope the Mets are too. I hope they can't sleep either.

Wright Joins 30-30 Club

Although the past weekend ended with few positives to note, one was Pedro's performance on Saturday afternoon; the other was David Wright joining the 30-30 club Sunday afternoon. Despite an awful April, Wright has provided consistent all-around production since the beginning of May. He becomes only the 3rd Met to reach the plateau, along with Howard Johnson and Darryl Strawberry. He is also the 30th player in Major League history to accomplish 30-30 and only the fourth to do so before the age of 25.

There's differing opinions regarding wright's MVP candidacy, but I believe he stands as good of a chance as anyone else out there. What he has provided this team at the plate, in the field, and in the clubhouse has not been replicated by any of his teammates. As a Mets fan it's been hard to find players who we have felt privileged to have on our team over the years. Wright is that guy and we are a lucky bunch to have him in our corner for years to come. Congrats to David on the his great season!

Cuidado Con El Martillo!

Check so many quotes from before the start of the Philly series and there was a lot of talk about stepping on their throats; getting some revenge; putting this race away; throwing down the hammer. Friday night ,Ollie Perez stepped in as a substitute for Professor Reyes. As always it was entertaining while expanding my limited spanish, but this night it was a bit ironic the phrase would be "Cuidado con el martillo". Translated...be careful with the hammer. Hmmm interesting.

The Mets played like crap all weekend. Thanks D.Wright for finally hitting a HR in my presence and the diving catch of the bunt was the icing on the cake. The umpires did not help this weekend. Neither did Willie Randolph's lethargic trot to the field to protect his players. Way to leave them hanging out to dry buddy.

I was embarrassed that was my team on the field this weekend. What is Reyes' deal? With the exception of Sunday afternoon, could someone translate clutch hitting for Carlos Beltran? Could Pedro have had more incredible an outing, only to be wasted but this bullpen? Could the fans of Philadelphia be anymore obnoxious? I understand their team was killing the Mets, but seriously. I lost count of all the fist fights in the stands after I gave up on the Mets Saturday afternoon.

I did not have any kind of luck in the first drawing for playoff tickets, but I did have enough luck to pick the exact car on the 7 train Friday night in which a far too serious Met fan was reaching in his pocket to "cut up" a Philly fan. Mr. Met's mustache on Friday night was a cute little touch; so was Chris Coste's kick of Marlon Anderson's helmet on Saturday.

I've seen the Phillies and Mets square off at Shea 6 times this season. This weekend was by far the worst couple games I've attended at Shea. While people have been concerned by the rivalries with the Braves and Yankees, Mets fans and Phillies fans have developed quite the angry rivalry. If the Phillies are sitting home in two weeks none of this will matter, but I am concerned that the Mets just cannot get the umph to the this thing away. That when it comes down to "win today!", they may not have that killer instinct. Forget being careful with the hammer, it's more like "No podemos encontrar el martillo!"

Cruising Along

Magic Number: 11

The sweep by the Phillies seems so long ago. The Mets have been in cruise control since that bump in the road, but I'm glad it happened. That sweep shook this team and made them wake up. Stop playing like crap! Play the baseball you're capable of. Despite some bullpen issues that I deal with everyday, I'm happy with the way the team's been playing of late. 7 games up, magic number dwindling, and assisting the Braves with their October golf reservations have been the results of the past week. Job well done.

Of course all good work can be erased with a stumble this weekend. I'm hoping this team will be more than all talk and really get some revenge this weekend against Philadelphia. They need to "put the hammer down" this series. Don't let the Phillies back in the race again. Beat them...beat them badly, because we know they're the team to beat.

Apologies to any readers for my lack of daily updates. This grad. school thing is taking up a huge chunk of time. Weird how that has happened. I am taking a break to attend some games this weekend, most notable Friday night which is Keith Hernandez Mustache night. Yes, I am very excited! I hope to get some pictures to post when I get back.

Unfortunately, not counting any luck I may have with this stupid postseason ticket drawing, these will probably be my last games of the season. Where the season went...I'm not really sure. It's a little depressing to think that just yesterday it was February; now there are 17 reg. season games to play. Too often I find myself getting caught up in the numbers, the wins, the losses, the magic number, that I don't appreciate just the game itself as it's happening. Then before we all know it some of us are looking at snow. I think last season with such a huge lead we had the opportunity to kick back, relax and enjoy the Mets. With the ups and downs of this year's team, we devoted too much time to worrying and less to enjoying. So as I head to Shea this weekend, I pass along some advice to any readers out there. Take time in the next couple weeks to really soak up this team and everything about it. Don't watch the scoreboard & don't count the days until the Mets clinch. Laugh at their absurd celebrations, appreciate David Wright's presence on this team, recognize the promise of the youth on this team, applaud the old-age excellence, hold your breath for Pedro, and yes, keep booing Guillermo Mota. Before you know it, we'll be baseball-less again.

Homecoming

This weekend was homecoming weekend on the campus that I am attending Graduate School. I wasn't as concerned with that as I was another homecoming of sorts that occurred today at Shea. First off let me apologize for my absence this weekend. I had to get away for the weekend, so unfortunately no updates. We all survived though, meanwhile the Mets continued to prosper.

Pedro Martinez was as good as we can expect from him. It seems as though it's been forever since we've seen signs for Pedro at Shea and it sure was nice to see the energy in the ballpark today. His velocity had improved since his last outing and he showed he was capable of getting guys out with a nasty pitch. He got into some jams, but most importantly, he got out of them. At this stage in his return the majors, that is all you can ask from him. To make his return Pedro-esque, of course he would hit a double.

Pedro's curtain call in the middle of the 5th was more than deserved. For the first time Shea was able to pat him on the back from the tedious work he has done to get back to this team. The way he approached his rehab was phenomenal and he is to be commended for the way he went about this surgery from day 1. Pedro has shown his dedication to this team and to the fans of New York; the reaction today from both Pedro and those in attendance defined the love affair between the two.

It's hard to forget how devastated Pedro was at this point last year when his injuries finally became too much to bear. Losing Pedro down the stretch last year was a huge blow to the team, yet I don't think we've seen how much of an impact is was until now. After Pedro went on the shelf in 2006, the Mets did play the rest of their season a bit flat, much like the majority of this season. But with the return of Pedro last week, this team seems to have found itself. I don't think that's a coincidence. After today it's quite easy to see, Pedro is without a doubt the pulse of this team.

This week is huge for the Mets. With the Braves and Phillies in town, this is the time for this team to finally put this thing away, rather than just talk about it. The Braves must be handled first, but I'm anxious for that series against Philly. Time to take care of business fellas...bring the division home!

You Know What Off Days Mean...

Is it me or did this roadtrip seem like the Mets were gone for 3 weeks? There were enough ups and downs to fill an entire month of baseball...the Mets packed it into 9 days. Thanks guys.

After the terrible start to this trip to go 5-5 is more than acceptable. You would have hoped for better, but it is what it is. What did we expect from a still fatigued John Maine backed up by the "B" Mets today? A run or two would have been nice, but I didn't anticipate a win this afternoon.

Thankfully these off days have been coming at the right time; right after a stretch when the Mets put us through the ringer. The Mets can't read the calendar as they thought today was the off day, but hey, at least the Phillies lost.

So if you've been reading, you know how I feel about off days. They throw them in there to give players a break..but we need a break too. Use today to turn off the Mets. Don't get worked up and relax. I'll stick to my trend and pay no attention to the Mets today. Rest up Mets fans...we're going to need our energy down the stretch!

Alive at Five

Despite many Mets fans pushing the panic button last Thursday night, just five days later the Mets are alive and well. Was the four game sweep from the Phillies finally the last straw of complacency? Was it Pedro's return to the clubhouse & rotation that bolstered the attitude and confidence level of this team? Everyone has their own theories and opinions; I believe it was a little bit of both. Either way, the Mets have finally won 5 in a row. They may have waited until the last hour of the regular season to find it, but this team has a pulse.

Make no mistake about it, the Mets bats are alive. If this was the lineup everyone raved about in April, then there is reason for excitement. The Mets have been quite balanced in their offensive approach in the past 6 days, with the bottom of the lineup putting up pretty hefty numbers. Since the beginning of the Atlanta series, the Mets have outscored their opponents 36-15. They have outhit the opposition 51-27, with 11 home runs. The opposition has 1 long ball, which came off the bat of Brandon Phillips, courtesy Scott Schoeneweis. The pitching has been strong; the defense has been solid despite a few spotty moments; the offense has been relentless. Put the panic button away.

Oliver Perez's stubborn ways are also alive and well. The rollercoaster ride that he is may be a ride we never get off. Despite all that you still have to like the kid and be content with 13 victories to this point. My only concern is that if he continues to walk 127 batters every outing, his hopes of being a part of the postseason rotation may not live much longer.

Many people have spent countless hours trying to compare the 2006 Mets to the 2007 Mets, which I believe is a complete waste of time and energy. Team dynamics, injuries, the competition, etc all vary from year to year. That is the beauty of baseball so to expect a replica of 2006 is absurd. As fun as last year was, I don't want the '06 Mets. The 2006 Mets broke my heart. Would you rather have a team that dominates all year, only to look a little flat in September like last year...or a team that goes up and down all year, only to peak at the right time heading down the stretch? I would take the latter. Only time will tell if that will be the tale of this year's team. One thing is for sure, we can take this team off life support. They look alive. There is a pennant in sight and October is just a calendar page away. This is the stuff baseball fans live for. And over the next 25 days , the 2007 Mets will begin to define their season. We'll see how long they can stay alive...or if they will make this a season that live forever.

(This post was also featured on the Global NYM Fan Blog.)

A Big Win-Win

Nevermind the sweep yesterday of Atlanta. That was big, but we all knew that. I didn't need to remind anyone. In my eyes, today was bigger. Pedro Martinez made his return with all the pomp and circumstance only Pedro would bring. There is no doubt he brings an emotional lift to this ballclub. He brings levity and humor to a team that has walked around like they have wet underwear for quite some time. Besides all that, he is Pedro. It's undeniable this guy is a start. Delgado said it best when he said, "he (Pedro) is showbiz."

Despite all the hoopla, I was nervous how today would go. I don't know if the majority of Mets fans would have been able to cope with Pedro getting shelled. So many fans are counting on him to be the savior that takes the Mets to the promised land this year. Who knows if that will happen, but it's important to keep our expectations of Pedro realistic.

Only Pedro would be the first know pitcher to pitch in less than a year of his rotator cuff surgery. He had good stuff today and he showed great command for his first big league start in a year. He worked out of a jam and kept his team in the game. Pedro notched his first win of 2007, while the Mets continued to prosper in his presence. And for Mets fans that should be enough this year. If Pedro Martinez can go out there every 5-6 days and keep the Mets within striking distance of a W, combined with the aura he brings to the mound, we should be content. Even after today's successful effort, to expect too much from Pedro could only lead to a letdown. In the meantime, count today as 2 wins. A win in the standings and a win on the mound.

Aside from Pedro, I have changed my mind. Earlier this season I would have agreed Jose Reyes is the MVP of this team. He still is a major catalyst for this offense. But ask me today and without a shadow of a doubt, David Wright has become the MVP. After his terrible April, he has been consistent and has stepped up as the leader of this team. He is the will of this team and maybe the real face of the franchise. For the past couple years he has easily been my favorite player and person on this team, but I try not to go bananas and see the big picture. I try to stay focused on the team and not gush too much, but not today. Today, I officially join the Wright for MVP club.

It Took Long Enough

Finally the Mets won a series in Atlanta. FINALLY! It couldn't have come at a more crucial time. It may have taken five attempts, but that's okay. I'm licking my chops at the thought of a sweep tomorrow. I know you are too.

Finally we may see an offensive outburst from Carlos Delgado. I won't hold my breath though. This could disappear again in a couple days.

Finally Pedro is coming back. Monday is the big day. I'm excited and nervous all at the same time. I can barely take the buildup.

Finally people may start liking the black jerseys. I know a lot of fans think they are terrible, but if you caught the game on WFAN Friday night you may have heard the story. The Mets have a habit of losing in their grey jerseys (yes that's what they wore in Philly.) Black may become the new road color.

And finally Mike Pelfrey got a win! He was huge today. This outing was reminiscent to his stuff in Spring Training. Patience with Pelfrey is key. This kid has the potential to become a very big part of our rotation. As I said yesterday, the twists of a season gave him the opportunity to get his first win on a huge stage. Hats off to Pelfrey for getting it together and thanks to the Mets for sticking with him.

Thank You

Thank you Mets. I needed a win tonight to back the positivity I am trying to spread. I'm a glass half empty kind of girl. I was really digging deep for optimism. But thank you for reminding me that there is reason for that digging.

Thanks John Maine for remembering how to pitch...and pitch deep into games. Thanks for getting out of a big time jam and striking out eight. Most importantly, hats off for being the stopper.

Hey Delgado! Thanks for hitting a bomb with MEN ON BASE! If you could really find your groove down the stretch, they'll be more thanks where this came from. I'll stop whining about the last five months and just say better late than never.

Jose Reyes...the fact that you did not go 0-412 tonight was appreciated. When he goes, the Mets go. Hmm how many times have we heard that?

Although he did not have a big night, thanks D.Wright for being a leader. I'm glad you're on my team.

Thanks for being you Marlon Anderson. Seriously. Thanks being 67 times a better pinch hitter than Julio Franco. Thank you for making me forget about Julio Franco.

Thanks to the stage that is baseball for setting up a picture perfect scenario for Mike Pelfrey to FINALLY get a win this season. I like Mike Pelfrey. More people will be believers if he could come through tomorrow.

Last but certainly not least, thanks to Pedro for his aura. I don't know what it is about him, but he is a very healthy shot in the arm. We'll anxiously await for news on his return, but it could be right around the corner. The picture above was perfect. Pedro is in sight.

If Pedro's return continues to inch closer and the Mets can get some momentum going, there may a lot of things right around the corner. And we may have a whole lot more to be thankful for.

I Love the Mets...

I love the Mets...but right now they're making me angry. The Mets are playing so terribly even Rickey is silenced. I mean this has overstepped the line of being ridiculous. This HAS to stop.

This series in Philadelphia could have been a glorious march to the division title. Instead it was a demoralizing nightmare. It seems puzzling how the Mets have maintained first place all season but that doesn't matter anymore. How they approach being in first starting tomorrow will mean everything.

Hats off to David Wright for trying to be a one-man wrecking ball. He has tried to carry this team and pick them up in every way possible lately and it hasn't gone unnoticed. If there ever was a time for Wright to show his ability to be a leader, he picked the right time.

The Willie Randolph era is one that is characterized by gut feelings, terrible bullpen management, and luck. Willie's luck with his gut may be running out. Has he managed this bullpen ineffectively throughout the year? In my opinion, yes, but you can agree to disagree. A large theme of the Randolph era is turning the page. Remember those books in school where you could have a million different endings depending on what page you turn to? I bet Willie loved those books. In all seriousness though, the Mets need to take a page from the Phillies' book. They need to play with some intensity, some grit, and some fire. The Mets do not play like a team hungry for a pennant. If they keep up this kind of play, we may all be flipping through the pages, wishing we had picked a different ending.

It's not getting any easier as the Mets travel to Atlanta. The dread running through Mets fans is circa 1999. Some may not sleep tonight at the thought of Turner Field. But despite all the negativity and angst we are feeling as Mets fans, it is important to remember we are just that. Mets fans. We can take this and if you're a real fan, you have to support you team. If you're a Mets fan you don't take off your hat or your jersey. Instead "ya gotta believe," because if there ever was a Mets pledge of allegiance that is it. Don't throw in the towel...your team needs you now. Take heed to the words of Paulie. Have some faith everyone!

So despite five disgusting games...yes...I still love the Mets.

Say No to Mota

Again I'm left speechless and dumbfounded like our friends in the picture above. I am over the Guillermo Mota post-performance enhancing drugs era. Hello Mets! It's late August and you're playing the Phillies. They're in your division. Stop embarrassing yourself. I was considering a trek to Philadelphia tomorrow night, but for fears of another sub par outing, I will save my gas money. Hopefully they will make me regret that choice.

A picture is worth a thousand words. Tonight this is all I have to say.

That Went Well

Well...eww. There's not much else you can say about this one. First of all, it was nice to see LoDuca back in the lineup. That's about all that was nice to see. Here was one of those classic lackluster performance the Mets seem to have mastered. I don't really have a lot to say about this game, except let's hope for a better effort tomorrow.

The Mets need to make a statement this week against their division opponents. Plain and simple. There's no other way to put it. While the Mets can find ways to beat other teams, they allowed their eastern opponents to push them around a bit. The Mets meal ticket to the postseason is the division title. Although it seems the Mets can still handily achieve that it would be nice to know they did it by flexing their muscles a bit. Quite frankly you can't tell how well your team will play in October if they got there because their adversaries faltered the same time your team did.

Can't the Mets smell it? This is the time to go in for the kill; put the NL East to sleep. Prove your point. Show 'em who's boss. All those things. This is not the time to play foggy baseball and give these teams a sliver of optimism.

On a side note, Chase Utley is a ballplayer. I hate watching him play against the Mets and hate it even more when he makes a triumphant return against the Mets. That being said, as a baseball fan in general, I enjoy watching Utley. He plays the game the right way and has become another one of the fantastic crop of young faces in the game today. Unfortunately, he'll be a thorn in our side for a long time to come. Better yet, we've got a couple of those young faces. I'm not that envious.

I'm over the Brian Lawrence phase everyone. I actually was more tolerable of the Mike Pelfrey phase, as I am a Pelfrey believer. Luckily one thing that did go well today was Pedro Martinez's rehab start. More on that can be found here. Keep plugging along Pedro. We need you.

A Crazy Week

Apologies to any readers who have checked in for the update that I rudely lied about; to say this has been a crazy week would be an incredible understatement. NYC, moving, and starting graduate school in the same week was not one of my better ideas. But enough about that...a quick recap of my trip.

As you may recall, last Tuesday's weather in NY was beyond disgusting. After travelling to see the game, you'll sit through anything. Poncho, hoodie, and flip flops (yes, I'm an idiot) and I was ready for the game. Thankfully, the game against the Padres turned out to be a nail biter and one heck of a comeback, despite the mediocre performance from the bullpen. With such a small crowd (ahem "48,000") it almost felt like a private showing of Ultimet Classics. Last year, I made a trip to NYC the same time of year (to the day) and was at Shea for the comeback against the Cardinals. I realize my luck is a miracle. Frozen feet...check. Incredible walk-off...check.

Wednesday morning I was strolling down West 42nd Street, heading to 5th Ave. As I pass the windows of ESPN Zone, I see all these David Wright cardboard cutouts and tons of Vitamin Water. I make the quick executive decision I must go inside to see what this is all about. There inside was David doing a private event for Vitamin Water and their David Wright or Wrong contest. By "Private Event" I mean you weren't allowed across the red rope, but you could stand on the normal people side and watch. So I did...you would too. Out of it I got some good pictures, free Vitamin Water, and a PSP Demo of MLB 07 The Show. Not that I have PSP or really get the Vitamin Water hype, I would still say it was a successful event. The whole event was a bit ridiculous, and you can read some media coverage from the event here. The irony of the whole thing is perfectly illustrated in this story. The concept of the event was so wrapped up in informing those who think they will marry him with absurd details of his personal life, all while he insists that nothing comes before baseball. I'm not complaining though...Right Place, Right Time to see D.Wright again. Check. (I could have used a terribly corny play on words there but it annoys me when the media does it EVERY SINGLE TIME they write about David.)

I almost thought the Mets were going to pull out Wednesday's game against the Padres, but Carlos Delgado was as useful as my left thumb. Reyes breaking the franchise record for steals was obviously the highlight. That being said, I did have the opportunity to meet Ron Darling, who is incredibly polite and tall. When I have a chance I'll get the pictures up in which I look like a midget. This was big for me, as I truly enjoy when Ron is in the booth for the games. Despite watching baseball for as long as I can remember, I feel like I learn so much about pitching from him as it is something I cannot relate to. Be it pitch selection, how pitches are thrown, or how to mentally approach the game from the mound, I feel like I gain a lot from his insight.

The rest of the week has proved to stay crazy for the Mets. The entire series vs. San Diego was up and down. It was actually draining to be a fan for those three games. But for the most part the Mets have been playing pretty good ball. Reyes has been running like a madman and David Wright has just been down right ridiculous. It feels like Castillo has been a Met forever and I like it. And the Mets have widened the gap a bit in the NL East. It's crucial they have a good road trip in Philly and Atlanta to keep/increase the lead in the division. Mets toying with my optimism...Check.

I'm finally settled in my new place & will have my cable in working order by tomorrow. Updates this week will be much more abundant. Thanks for your patience!!

Update Coming Later Tonight

Check back tonight for a much needed update. I'm home from the city and almost unpacked in the new place. It's been a busy week, but I was fortunate to catch a few good games in the city...along with a run-in with Ron Darling and David Wright. (Not together obviously) I'll be back later tonight with the run down.

Busy Week Ahead

Monday off days are usually re-coop days for me. A day of no Mets as you know if you're a reader. This Monday is a little different as I'm heading to the city to catch the Mets this Tues. (if the rain holds out) & Wed.

As some of you may know, I'm returning to school this fall to pursue my master's in sports management full time. It's more than overwhelming despite the fact that I've only been out of school a year. Hopefully this year will go by incredibly fast and I can be done with school one and for all.

With the move & school starting, I'm sure my Mets time this week and next will be a bit limited. Hence the last minute effort to get to Shea before the craziness begins. A road trip to Philly may also be in the works, but we'll see how this week goes. I'll do my best to keep this updated daily, but if I slack off a bit, don't worry. I'll be back in full force once everything settles down. Thanks everyone!

Sweep?!

I can barely believe my eyes. The Mets completed the sweep of the Nationals today with another solid effort from El Duque, who finally got a win. The Mets finally showed signs of power by having a big inning in the eighth to break the tie and solidify their first sweep in quite some time.

New York is beginning to string together some solid performances, both offensively and defensively. This week the defense was brilliant, while the offense scored 43 runs in 6 games. With just one loss this week, you almost are getting an idea of how potent this ball club really can be. Not to overshadowed are the performances of Carlos Beltran and Moises Alou. When Alou is not in the Dominican Republic, he is one helluva ballplayer at his age. I would put him in my lineup any day. Carlos Beltran has taken a lot of heat from me, but his recent outburst at the plate only leaves you scratching your head of what could be if he could put together a solid, healthy year from April to September.

Needless to say, let's not get carried away. This sweep came against the Nationals, a lower-tier team. As I've said before, these are teams the Mets should be beating, despite the fantastic job Manny Acta is doing in his first year. The Mets will face some good pitchers this upcoming week and need to continue to this roll against the Padres and the quickly fading Dodgers.

Speaking of the Padres, I'll be at Shea this Tuesday & Wednesday. Being outside the city I have to plan adventures to Shea in advance. If you'll be at the games, let me know! I would love to meet anyone who checks in here. Enjoy the off day Mets fans!

Bad Year to be a Met

Valentin, Alou, Endy, Beltran, LoDuca, Castro, Gomez, Sosa, Perez, Green, El Duque, Pedro, and Sanchez. You name them and it seems like they've been on the disabled list this season. I love the Mets and all, but a Met is the last thing I want to be with the never ending injury bugging plaguing this year's team. If I had any say in it (and thankfully I don't), I may send the rest of this team on the field in bubble wrap.

Now add Damion Easley to that list after a horrible ankle sprain during tonight's game against the Nationals. Not the worst ankle injury I've seen watching baseball, but still awful to watch. The initial status of his injury is a grade three sprain, being the worst type of sprain. One can assume Easley is probably on the shelf for the remainder of this season. Being that he only signed a one-year deal with the Mets, who knows what his future will hold. It's an unfortunate injury since Damion has been an incredibly consistent bench player. Every time he has been in the lineup he has provided a constant remainder to Mets fans how potent their bench can be. With Easley being the latest addition to the hobble squad that is the Mets, I only hope Endy's return is right around the corner.

I've decided that the Mets will probably never be 100% this season. These injuries are getting a little ridiculous. That being said, besides that horrendous game in Pittsburgh, the Mets have been playing pretty good ball. We've seen some great defensive plays, decent pitching, and solid offensive efforts. Castillo has been a great addition to this ballclub and Wright could not have picked a better time to be swinging a hot bat. Thank god Beltran seems to have remembered that he's Carlos Beltran and Alou has been nothing but clutch. Hats off to Mike DiFelice who has been incredible while our catching tandem heals as well.

It's hard to tell if the Mets are starting to gel though. They're playing Pittsburgh and Washington; two teams they should easily dominate. Only time will tell if this team can get on a roll. If they can, it will make all the injuries a bit easier to cope with.

Hats Off to the Ladies

I could ramble about last night's success against the Pirates, but let's get serious. They should be beating the Pirates; there shouldn't be that much to analyze. Instead I want to take a minute to bring your attention to a much appreciated post from a fellow lady blogger for the Mets.

I check in with Metsgrrl, Zoe Rice, and the Coppola Sisters on a daily basis. These ladies are more than entertaining and it is blogs like these that make maintaining sanity while being a Mets fan possible. Yesterday, Metsgrrl discussed why she didn't attend the SNY viewing party at the Hawaiian Tropic Zone. If you're a lady reading this, please check it out here.

There are those female fans that do go nuts for the pink shirts or strictly watch baseball because "Oh My God! I wanna be Mrs. Wright!" Don't get me wrong, I've met David Wright twice and he's all that he's cracked up to be, BUT I was a Mets fan long before David Wright was driving. So please note the distinction. There are ladies out there, that like some men, live and breathe with their team. They sit in the 40 degree weather of April to see their first Opening Day or save their pennies to take a pilgrimage to Spring Training. Some of us can probably dance circles around some of you gentlemen in a baseball conversation.

Metsgrrl often discusses a feeling of missing out, as being a "newer" fan, but when you read her blog she hasn't missed a thing. Being a baseball fan, specifically a Mets fanatic, you either get it or you don't. I always look forward to her honest posts and her amazing photos. Let's be serious, not all of us can stay even-keel as Willie suggest. Metsgrrl more often than not puts what most of us are feeling into words, all while being incredibly witty.

As she discussed in her most recent post, there are little to no women in the baseball industry to look to, which is unfortunate. I must admit as a high school kid, I aspired to be a play-by-play announcer, and veered away from that as I was in college. Maybe that came from no one who was worth looking to as "I want to be just like her..." As I head to graduate school to pursue a degree in Sports Management, I don't know if I'll still end up in media, or some other facet of the baseball industry, but knowing there are incredibly knowledgeable female fans seeking to be heard is more than motivation.

So hats off to you lady bloggers! Thanks to the ladies mentioned above for encouraging me to start blogging myself & for all they add to the Mets blogging community! Keep up the fabulous work!