So the Mets went down in Houston town to see if the cozy surroundings would salve their bats.
Not so much.
Don’t get me wrong. I’ll take a 3-1 win any day of the week and twice on Sunday, but Gary Cohen said it best on the SnighCast: the Mets have played the exact same game every day for about 3 weeks now.
Excellent starting pitching? Check.
An early run or 2? Check.
No offense after about the 3rd inning? Check.
Relying on a the shakiest bullpen this side of 2008? Check…
Sometimes we’re pleasantly surprised, as we were last night, with stellar work from Feliciano and Takahashi, the closer du jour. Most nights, it doesn’t go that way.
With KO-Rod likely shut down for the rest of the way, I guess we’ll just have to make do. Genius Jerry went with Tak2 as the closer last night. Let’s see if it sticks. If it’s like a goodly number of his decisions, it won’t. The offseason cannot come fast enough, when we bid a semi-fond farewell to the bumbling JerrOmar creature. Would that Jeff Wilpon gets tired of his personal plaything and sells the club to somebody with a spine.
Meanwhile, in my home grounds in Jersey, a new football stadium — thankfully not yet corporatized, name-wise — opened with the annual Giants/Jets tilt. I absolutely hate exhibition games. To paraphrase Woody Hayes, only 3 things can happen & 2 of ’em are bad. And to Giant fans of a certain age, the sight of Eli Manning bleeding from his pate could only recall another image of another Giant quarterback of another generation.
Now, the difference, of course is that Eli is 29 and ol’ Yat was about 112. Still, when you see a gusher from an NYGQB’s forehead, you get concerned.
In any case, the Giants won and might have found another wide-out to add to their arsenal, Paterson product Victor Cruz. When the games are for real, wake me…