For One Pitch

The Blah Blah Blahness of this game started early, after Jacob deGrom came perilously close to getting out of a bases loaded, none out jam in the 1st inning, only to have it all come crashing down on one errant pitch to Chris Johnson that resulted in a 3-run double and another sunken evening for the Mets. Once again, they failed to hit in any particular fashion as Julio Teheran finished off a particularly lifeless sweep in Atlanta as the Mets lost 3-1.

It wasn't so much that deGrom was victimized by his own bad pitching. He really only had one bad inning—the 1st, in which he threw 37 pitches and really got dinged to death by Braves batters—but the fact that he was this close to getting out of the inning unscathed before Chris Johnson just barely snuck one that eluded Eric Campbell (whose range lacks in Wrightness) and eluded Eric Young Jr as well so that not only did two runs score on what looked like a measly single, but a 3rd run scored and Johnson goes down as bashing a 3-run double that was the key hit in the game. Also, the Mets didn't hit, but, hey, that's nothing new.

None of this is anything new, I'm afraid. The Mets lost for basically the 473rd time in Turner Field, they got swept by a team that's only marginally better than they are on paper, and the gulf that seems to separate the Mets from anything resembling respectable seems to only be getting wider and wider. Now, they come home (home again home again jiggety jig) where they'll get a nice crowd for Fireworks Night on Friday and probably about 10 people the rest of the weekend. That's about what they deserve, I think.