By: Mark Luglio
As I wrote last week, I went to the Mets game yesterday for their series finale against the Dodgers. The tickets were part of a gift to my mom for Mother’s Day. As expected, we left Queens disappointed. Jason Vargas’ most recent injury kept him from this start. This calf injury could perhaps explain his poor pitching so far this year, but who am I kidding when I say that? So without Vargas, the Mets turned to the bullpen to carry them through 9 innings of Dodgers, or so I hoped. In the first 9 they gave up 6 solo home runs, surely a frustrating day for me and my temporary fandom. However, as one might think, 6 long balls didn’t manage to best those Mets in 9 grueling innings of baseball. The kill shot didn’t come until the 11th with the Dodgers 7th solo home run from who else but former Met, Justin Turner. So, 7 opponent home runs, 11 innings, a Premio sausage and Corona Extra later, I was liberated from Citi Field.
The Cross Island Parkway was then a place for contemplation, which allowed for the inspiration behind this blog. I realized just how representative of the Mets and their season that this single game was. Perhaps a microcosm of what they’ve shown us these past two months. First, as previously mentioned, the Mets went with the bullpen for the day. The experiment ended in back-to-back home runs against Jerry Blevins by 1:13 PM, and the aforementioned 5 other solo home runs during the rest of my torturous day at the ballpark. So just as we’ve seen all year, the Mets bullpen gave up a lot of home runs; one might even say too many home runs. What accompanied the plethora of Dodger home runs was a few Mets homers and comebacks of their own. But just as the tale goes, the Mets offense just couldn’t do enough to pick up their pitching staff.
As a fan, it was difficult not to be excited by these near comebacks, but I should know better. Consistent with the season, and really my life as a Mets fan, I was let down yesterday. I’m considering not going to another Mets game until they turn it around, or next Mother’s Day when I can’t come up with a gift idea…whichever comes first? Anyway, Happy Mother’s Day mom. Sorry your party was so lame.
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