Wilmer Flores was at the plate. Jose Fernandez had been dealing most of the day to that point, but he'd been mostly matched by Matt Harvey as the 1-0 score indicated. Of course, it was the Marlins with the one. So Fernandez strikes out Flores, and then he starts screaming and yelling and pumping his fists and basically rips his jersey off in the middle of the field.
I was beginning to compose a blog in my head about how sophomoric Fernandez was behaving. But it dawned on me. Fernandez has spent his entire career pitching for the Bum-ass Marlins, essentially a fake team that has no aspirations, no direction and is little more than a stain on the underpants of Major League Baseball. Pitching 7 shutout innings against the team that went to the World Series might be the biggest thing that's happened to him in his career. In fact, for the Marlins, this was probably their equivalent of the World Series. So, you know what, I don't blame Fernandez for going over the top like that. Let him be excited. That's probably as good as it's going to get for him this season.
Of course, what's besides the point is that the Mets continued to have a hard time generating offense, as they didn't hit Fernandez, but also didn't do anything against Corbett Conley in the 8th inning or their irritating fidgety closer A.J. Ramos in the 9th. So, you know, it's not like they posed much of a challenge. At least Harvey pitched well again, so you can take that as a moral victory, and at least they won the first two games of the series, so it's not a total loss.
On to Pittsburgh.