THIS guy:
God, I’ve been holding that in all night.
My thanks to the Newark Star-Ledger for the photo.
There is little to say about last night’s game save that I have no proof that I completely called the sixth inning (but I did), and Andy Green worked a walk in his first Met at-bat (it’s true; I saw it and the papers back me up).
Discussing the loss of Alex Cora’s grit and passion–I think the cool kids are calling it “grission”–would be more disheartening than discussing the plodding game management and shoddy pitching. So as the cool kids used to say, I won’t go there.
Except that the Mets have lost Jose Reyes, Alex Cora, and Ramon Martinez to injury this year. I have a feeling that if Wilson Valdez had even sniffed serviceability, he’d’ve gone down with a sinus infection. And now I understand why Anderson Hernandez takes big, wild hacks at balls outside the strike zone. If I had that kind of target on my back, I’d be swinging at pitches even if they’d decided to walk me.
Speaking of intentional walks: I’d like to go on record as stating that I HATE the intentional walk to bring up the pitcher’s spot.
Actually, scratch that. I feel like making a list:
- I HATE the intentional walk to bring up the pitcher’s spot;
- I HATE the intentional walk to bring up a rookie pitcher who’s been out virtually the entire year, and had already matched his highest number of innings pitched;
- I HATE the intentional walk to bring up the pitcher’s spot with fewer than two outs;
- I HATE the intentional walk to bring up the pitcher’s spot with fewer than two outs and runners at second and third;
- I HATE the intentional walk to bring up the pitcher’s spot for a team that’s still in the thick of a hunt for a playoff spot with a chance to break the game open;
- I HATE the intentional walk to bring up the pitcher’s spot when your team’s 3-1 hole might as well be a 5-1, 6-1, 7-1, 8-1, 9-1, or, hell, 10-1 hole.
The San Francisco Giants’ bench is not as awful as the New York Mets’ bench. Walk Edgar Renteria to face Nate Schierholtz? If Jerry Manuel thought Bruce Bochy was going to let Joe Martinez bat with the bases loaded, one out, and a chance to break the game wide-open, he’s out of his mind.
I only bring it up because I generally hate the intentional walk as a tactic, and because, as I said, I called it. If The Wife were a notary public, I’d’ve jotted the sequence down on my take-out napkin:
- intentional walk to Renteria;
- Giants sub Martinez for pinch-hitter;
- Livan Hernandez attempts to induce the double play; pinch-hitter scores two;
- Hernandez taken out for Elmer Dessens;
- Dessens allows an RBI out;
- Dessens gets out of the inning.
She’d’ve given it a seal; I’d’ve mailed it to myself in the past (I moonlight as a Timecop), and maybe saved myself a bit more grief. But there comes to be a saturation point with grief, after which one can wring most of it out, but it’s still damp. And that’s what I am, presently: damp with grief.
…There’s an image.
I’m not saying I can manage in the major leagues. I’m saying if I can guess that progression, and know it’ll end badly, and it happens anyway, then Mr. Manuel is not as crafty as I thought he was before the game began. And I wasn’t high on him before the game began.
Don’t intentionally walk a guy when the next guy up will, more likely than not, be a man whose batting average is thirty points higher, and when the whole team is playing for something. If this is it, if you believe your season is done, if you’re packing it in, have your tomato can of a starting pitcher GO AFTER EVERY GUY IN THE ORDER. That’d be “grission” for you. Ugh.
And now, in a replay of what I was lucky to miss because it happened in another state, the Mets face the Atlanta Braves, and Oliver Perez squares off against Derek Lowe.
I’ll make it clear in case I haven’t: I have no time for Oliver Perez. None. That I’ve paid money for this experience cheeses me off all the more. I’m setting the over/under on walks tonight at five and taking the over.
I’ll be getting there early, to boot; The Wife has never seen the new park and she and I will be walking all over it. Bloating from too much beer and box frites today; photos and highlights to come tomorrow.
Let’s go Mets! (Right? We still say that, cool or not? “Let’s go Mets”? Sure. Let’s go Mets.)
**Word came via comment from Matthew Peaslee over at The Pittsburgh Peas that Section Five Twenty-Eight is the most recent “Featured Blog” on the MLBlogs home page, and to quote a Hungarian friend with short Achilles tendons, that pleases me much.
If you’ve somehow found your way to this pit of misery and despair, please check out Mr. Peaslee’s blog. As for Mr. Peaslee himself, if he’s reading: I’ve got a short but packed day, but will email you specific thanks and thoughts later. Cheers.
