Showing posts with label Faith and Fear in Flushing. Show all posts
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Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Games and Names

Life in general, plus the All Star Break and some lengthy road trips had conspired to prevent me from going to Citi Field for over a month; my most recent game coming all the way back on June 24th when Oakland was in town. That night, Bartolo Colon pitched wonderfully, Travis d'Arnaud hit a 3-run Home Run and good feelings were abound as the Mets cruised to a lopsided victory, a game that I didn't realize until today was my 200th Mets victory.

Last night, my first trip to Citi Field since that night in June produced many of the same results, among them a wonderful outing from Bartolo Colon, who stifled the Phillies into the 8th inning, allowing a plethora of hits that didn't result in runs, a 3-run Home Run from Travis d'Arnaud, whose blast in the 5th inning was a thing of beauty, truly smoked out into the Left Field seats, and a 7-1 Mets victory over the Phillies that felt like a much larger margin of victory than the final score implied.

The game, my 12th of the season and—of some surprise to me—my 4th win in a row, got off to a flying start. I attended the game with a colleague from my former job, whom I've attended several games with in the past. However, many of the games he and I attended together were of the freezing/raining variety early in the past few seasons. The most pleasant weather—80˚ at game time—was in stark contrast to those nights. The Mets offense attacking A.J. Burnett for 4 1st inning runs was also in stark contrast to those nights. Both of these things were most welcome developments, particularly the runs. Curtis Granderson led off with a walk, Daniel Murphy followed by hitting an RBI double, and it was pretty much off to the races from there. Lucas Duda flared a single over the Phillies overshift, and a few batters later Juan Lagares finshed things off with panache, lining a 2-run Double down the right field line to put the Mets out in front 4-0.

The game pretty much flew from there; although Colon gave up 10 hits in his 7.2 innings of work, they were scattered about and mostly inconsequential. The Phillies right now look like a team that's old and tired, and their roster of cagey veterans slowly drifting out of their prime is indicative of that. Ryan Howard, once ferocious, lumbers around the field like late-model Cliff Floyd and somehow the artist formerly known as Grady Sizemore resurfaced with the Phillies, much to my shock.

The interest, then, turned to the people sitting around me, among them Greg from Faith and Fear in Flushing, whom I have read and corresponded with for years, but never actually met within the confines of Citi Field, and ESPN.com's Mark Simon, who provided my friend and I with multiple thought-provoking trivia questions (Most entertaining: The Houston Astros career leader in Batting Average is a former Met. Name him. This resulted in such answers as Jeff McKnight, Mike Hampton, Jeff Kent, Kevin Bass and Jose Cruz before the answer was finally revealed to be Moises Alou. I mused that a good hint would be that the answer holds a Mets club record of some note, but nobody remembers because of other things going on at the time. This produced an answer of Richard Hidalgo later in the evening, who does hold a club record, but not what I was thinking of).

The conversation shared over the course of the game ran the gamut of all things Mets, covering the sort of names and games I often feel like I'm the only one who remembers. It's always good to remember that there's others out there that have devoured the rich history of the Mets—whether it's been memorably good or embarrassingly bad—just as much as I have. One such topic involved a pair of Mets/Phillies games from back in 1990. As the Phillies mounted a 9th inning rally that went nowhere last night, some mention was made of Mario Diaz, whose most noteworthy Met moment was squeezing the final out when the Mets "Won the damn thing [sic]." This prompted me to note another Mets/Phillies game from that season, mostly noted for the bloody Dwight Gooden/Pat Combs brawl and the scandalous appearance of Kelvin Torve in #24, but also for the Phillies, 5-4 losers that night, outhitting the Mets 16-7. With the Phillies outhitting the Mets 13-9 and creaking their way into a 9th inning rally, both these games seemed apropos at the time, but then Vic Black emerged from the bullpen, struck out Ryan Howard to end the proceedings, and a happy, drama-free recap was enjoyed.

It is often the company you share and the stream-of-consciousness Mets Memories that can be discovered that make a game memorable. This game will be memorable for me for that reason.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

30 Days In October?

A most interesting question was posed today by Greg over at Faith and Fear in Flushing, asking Mets fans which, of the seasons that resulted in Met Playoff appearances, would you choose to go back and have them win the World Series. The options, of course, 1973, 1988, 1999, 2000 and 2006, all of them beloved seasons in their own right, but of course a difficult question to answer.

My first thought upon reading Greg's post was to think 2006, of course, that was the most recent and a World Series Championship paints the Willie/Omar era Mets in a different light. Perhaps the subsequent years play out differently and instead of the Black Hole that eventually occurred, the Mets could have become a dynasty in their own right. 1988 was also an attractive choice. It could have profoundly affected 9-year old me as a Mets fan. The Mets loss in that year's NLCS in many ways ruined a once-happy childhood and led to years of Met-induced frustration and embarrassment, and Dodger-loathing that exists to the current day (at least by 2006, I already hated the Cardinals).

But in the end, I come back to 1999. I keep coming back to 1999.

It's no secret that the 1999 Mets are my favorite edition of the team. The 1999 Mets kept absorbing blows and indignities from external sources all season long, and yet every time managed to get up off the mat and fight back, resulting in a 173-game wild ride that provided endless heroics and memories that live on in team lore. That season, I attended 29 games in the regular season, plus one Postseason game that I rank as the single best Mets game I've ever attended. The season ended bitterly, but in a manner that left such an immense feeling of pride. I've lionized that team to the point where, several years ago, I attempted to recapture the emotions of that memorable October run in a 9-blog "Miniseries," that I titled "20 Days in October." But what if that run extended beyond October 20th? How would that have played out?

Here's what I think happened. You can read about the first 10 2/3 innings here.

Kenny Rogers attempts one more time to try to slip that slow curve past Andruw Jones. Jones swings at the 3-2 and cracks a line drive that appears destined for Center Field and a game-winning hit. But Rogers sticks his glove out and snatches the ball out of the air. With the runners taking off with the pitch, Rogers has ample time to throw to John Olerud at 1st and double off a sorely confused Brian Jordan.

Energized by yet another great escape, the Mets charge off the field and rally against Russ Springer in the top of the 12th Inning. Daryl Hamilton leads off with a single, his 4th hit of the game, and Benny Agbayani works his 3rd walk. Rey Ordonez, who'd been bedeviled by the sacrifice bunt throughout the series, finally lays one down to move the runners up and set the stage for Melvin Mora, the upstart who'd been stealing the show in this series in spite of only appearing in 66 games and 31 At Bats in the regular season, to continue his heroics by nailing a 2-run single that gives the Mets a 11-9 lead. In the bottom of the inning, Octavio Dotel relieves Rogers. He strikes out Greg Myers before allowing a 1-out single to Ryan Klesko. Ozzie Guillen, who tied the game off Benitez in the 10th, pops out to Olerud. The pitchers' spot follows for Atlanta, but Bobby Cox, who's already exhausted the entirety of his bench, is forced to counter with Greg Maddux (his only other options being his Game 7 starter Tom Glavine and Kevin McGlinchy, who lost Game 5 along with his manager's confidence). Maddux is able to get his bat on a couple of pitches from Dotel but ultimately can only ground into a Fielder's Choice to Ordonez, ending the game and giving the Mets a heartstopping 11-9 victory, knotting the series and setting up what looks to be a Game 7 for the ages.

Game 7, on a Wednesday night, pits Rick Reed on 3 days' rest for the Mets against Tom Glavine. The Braves fans, who haven't exactly made their presence felt throughout this series, are barely audible as the game begins. Multitudes of Mets fans have made the journey south and the "Let's Go Mets!" chants have begun to drown out the tomahawk chop. Having finally broken their Atlanta hex and one win away from accomplishing what's being widely discussed as the Greatest Comeback in Baseball History, the Mets storm Glavine early. Edgardo Alfonzo hits a solo Home Run with 1 out in the 1st, and John Olerud follows with one of his own. Reed, who pitched so well through 7 innings in Game 4, is masterful against a Braves team that's completely shell-shocked. The Mets extend their lead in the 5th, as the Mets load the bases against a tiring Glavine, then see them cleared when Robin Ventura hits a 2-run Double, Benny Agbayani follows with an RBI Sac Fly and Melvin Mora knocks an RBI single, extending the Met lead to 6-0. There's some tension in the late innings, though. Reed gives up a 2-run Home Run to Chipper Jones, who'd been mostly silent in this series, in the 7th, and is pulled for the Dennis Cook-Turk Wendell-John Franco combo. In the top of the 8th, John Rocker enters the game and petulantly throws at Ventura, who laughs as he trots to first and then laughs some more when Agbayani belts the next pitch into the seats in Left. Bobby Cox immediately removes Rocker, who's booed off the mound by both Mets and Braves fans who have grown tired of his act, and in the dugout, he's shunned by his teammates and eventually slinks off into the clubhouse. In the end, it's Franco on the mound in the 9th who gets Brian Jordan to fly out to Mora, closing out an 8-2 Mets victory. They've accomplished what many thought was impossible and rallied back from a 3-0 deficit, winning the last two games in Atlanta to move on to the World Series. The scene in the locker room is bedlam. Bobby Valentine proclaims this "The Greatest moment of my career," and "All year long I told you about the character these guys have, and they've proved it every step of the way." Series MVP John Olerud, in his normal taciturn fashion says, "It's great." Turk Wendell takes a shot at Chipper Jones, saying "Maybe the Yankees will send him a cap!"

The scene in New York is electric as the City gears up for the first Subway Series since 1956. Though the Yankees are slight favorites, and well-rested, the Mets Mojo is virtually unstoppable. In the opener at Shea on Saturday night, October 23rd, Masato Yoshii is brilliant over 6 innings. Edgardo Alfonzo hits a 4th inning Home Run off Orlando Hernandez and the Mets cruise to a 4-1 victory. It's El Duque's first ever postseason loss. Armando Benitez allows 2 men on in the 9th inning, but strikes out Paul O'Neill on a high fastball to close things out. Al Leiter, who was hit hard on short rest in Game 6 in Atlanta, comes back on full rest in Game 2 and continues on his hot streak, pitching shutout ball into the late innings. David Cone is sharp, too, and the game is scoreless going into the last of the 7th. The Mets are finally able to break through when Joe Girardi throws a Rey Ordonez sacrifice bunt attempt into Center Field. Melvin Mora hits for Leiter and does what it seems he's been doing all Postseason: get hits with men on base. His 2-run single breaks the ice. A solo Home Run by Derek Jeter off Wendell in the 8th is all the Yankees can muster and the Mets win 2-1 as the series moves to the Bronx with the Mets leading 2-0.

And just as quickly, the series is tied. Andy Pettitte shuts out the Mets on 5 hits in Game 3. Rick Reed only allows 3 runs in 7 innings but takes the hard-luck loss. The Yankees batter Rogers in Game 4. Mike Piazza, who continues to battle despite nursing several injuries, hits a Home Run off Roger Clemens for his first hit of the series, perhaps a sign that he's starting to come out of his slump, but it's not enough as the Yankees win 7-2. Game 5 is a tense battle. Yoshii and Hernandez match up again and pitch well, but the Yankees grab a 3-2 lead in the 8th inning off of Dennis Cook. Things seem grim for the Mets, they're primed to drop their 3rd straight game in the Bronx as The Great Rivera takes the mound to close things out in the 9th. Edgardo Alfonzo works a 1-out walk, but Olerud is jammed by a cutter and his slow roller to Tino Martinez is the second out. This brings up Piazza, who earlier in the game just barely got under a pitch from El Duque, flying out to the warning track in Right. Fans of both teams are on their feet, too tense to sit down. Piazza waves at a cutter and watches a couple more, leaving the count at 1-2. We all know what pitch is coming. Rivera deals and Piazza takes a mighty hack. This time he connects, a towering blast headed straight down the Left Field line towards the corner. Piazza grimaces and tries to use a little Carlton Fisk-esque body english to nudge that ball fair, and he's successful in doing so, as the ball lands in the Upper Deck for a 2-run Home Run that amazingly gives the Mets the lead. Stunned, the Yankees go down meekly in the 9th.

Shea Stadium is a madhouse on Saturday night, October 30th, as the Mets, behind Al Leiter, close out the Yankees, who come out in a stupor, not having recovered from the shock of Piazza's blast. Robin Ventura hits a pair of Home Runs off Cone and John Olerud adds another, while Alfonzo knocks out 4 hits as the Mets roll to an 8-0 victory, winning the final game of the 20th Century and bringing home their 3rd World Series Championship. Afterward, Bobby Valentine proclaims the 1999 Mets "The Greatest Mets team ever assembled." Reserve Outfielder Shawon Dunston, tears streaming down his cheeks, gives his now-legendary "I am so proud to be a Met" speech. The quote is posted above the doors to the Mets Hall of Fame and Museum at Citi Field. Piazza, who played the entire month on fumes, is jubilant, saying "This is why I stayed here! Winning a World Series outdistances anything I've ever accomplished in my career."

Many Mets fans agree with Valentine. The 1999 team lives forever in the hearts of Mets fans. Players like Turk Wendell and Dennis Cook are treated like folk heroes and Wendell continues to serve as a club ambassador. Melvin Mora goes on to take over as the starting Shortstop after Rey Ordonez's injury in 2000 and ultimately ends up Wally Pipp-ing him. The keystone combination of Mora and Edgardo Alfonzo becomes one of the league's best DP combos. Bobby Valentine is forever remembered as a master motivator who got the most out of his entire roster. Mike Piazza gets elected to the Hall of Fame on the first ballot in 2013, and the Mets retire his number 31 in celebration. The ceremony concludes with Piazza throwing out the game's first pitch to 1999's World Series MVP Edgardo Alfonzo, then announcing that the Mets will retire Fonzie's number 13 the following season as part of the celebration of the '99 Miracle Mets' 15th Anniversary. And in the Winter of 2007, I write a 14-part epic masterpiece detailing the '99 Mets magnificent October journey, "30 Days In October."

Sound good? I like it too.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Who We Are

I've never met Greg Prince, though, after reading his new book, Faith and Fear in Flushing: An Intense Personal History of the New York Mets, I kind of feel like he's someone I've known for years.

The book, written with the same grace and eloquence as his blog, certainly justifies its title; it's a glimpse into the life of a man who has lived and died by the Mets, through moments of joy and pride, moments desperate and harrowing, gut-wrenching, heartbreaking and beyond.

Any Mets fan can't help but feel some kind of relation to Greg as they read this book. It's this particular attention to detail, the ability to remember the highest highs with the same clarity as the depths of despair, that the beauty of this book lies.

As I read the book, I couldn't help but feel that Greg and I are very similar as people. We come from fairly similar backgrounds, discovered the Mets at basically the same age (his true fascination coming just at the right time, mine beginning a tantalizing year too late) and even had parents who seemed happy to indulge our interest in the Mets despite not fully sharing it themselves. And we seem to remember everything when it comes to the Mets. I would venture the guess that if you put the two of us in a room together, we'd probably have a 3-hour discussion...about the 1999 Mets.

But this isn't what the book is about. Though Greg's knowledge of the history of the Mets is indisputably vast, the book is written for any fan and every fan of the Mets. It's not simply about history or knowledge, the book offers some insight into what it is to be a fan of the Mets. Though, of course, not every Met fan immerses himself with the same voracity that Greg does, we can all relate to his experiences. We've all had that one great moment, as fans, where we saw something or watched something that will stick with us forever. For the Mets fan, it's never about saying, "We're better than you," or "When was the last time your team did..." Mets history is steeped in words like "Believe" and "Miracle." Words that inspire thoughts of the little guy who rose up and did something great. Not all the time. In fact, sometimes, it's been downright humiliating. But for those moments, we continue to root, we continue to believe, and we keep coming back. Certainly, we have our rivals. Greg wholeheartedly admits a dislike for all things Yankee or Brave. We believe in things like superstitions and karma. I used to follow the same route every time I went into Shea Stadium, buy my program from the same vendor, take the same escalators, etc. Greg, in 1999, lashed out against the Braves while watching this game, and then felt the need to praise them for karma's sake. But these things, too, are all a part of being a Mets fan.

More than anything else, however, Greg is a Mets fan with the gift of eloquence. Memories of the Mets are interwoven with personal anecdotes as smooth as Kevin Elster used to look out at SS. Certainly, the book isn't flawless. But I feel that many of the problems are merely matters of opinion, my own opinion of historical moments, certainly not problems with the writing. Greg does a fine job of telling us his life story as a Mets fan without being too schmaltzy, without being too forceful and with great care for his own personal life. Basically, you should read this book, if you're a Mets fan at all. It's one thing to read about Mets history. It's readily available in many different forms. Greg gives it to you from a fan's perspective, good or bad. It's truly a worthy addition to any Met fan's Library.