You'll have to excuse my once again totally half-assing this past weekend's games. My other half and I were away for the weekend, off to Boston, where it's All Red Sox, All The Time and if you're not the Red Sox you may as well not exist. So I didn't see much—or really any for the most part—of the weekend series in Pittsburgh.
Friday night, we were in transit, driving up to Boston and so the game was a mystery. Only when we stopped for dinner somewhere in Connecticut did I check my phone and see that the Mets were ahead by a sizeable margin, thanks to Neil Walker, who returned home and I suppose it could be said he Daniel Murphied the Pirates, hitting two Home Runs in support of Jacob deGrom, who's looking much more like himself lately and—gasp—pitched into the 9th inning! Mets win 8-1, malaise-induced losing streak stopped.
Saturday, we were out and about in Boston and although I entertained trying to see a Red Sox game at Fenway Park, I couldn't sell my other half on this and so I decided to pass. I ended up missing a Complete game Shutout tossed by Brian Johnson—something any Mets starter would be hard-pressed to accomplish these days—but I figured I'd at least get to see the latter part of the Mets game from my hotel since it was on FOX. Yes, for once, I was looking forward to a game on FOX. So I get back to the room, put on the TV, search for FOX...and find the Astros and Orioles. That's not the Mets and the game was a total bore, although the Astros seem to have a bunch of wonderfully enjoyable players, among them George Springer. who had a nice game. But no Mets. So I don't know what happened to the Mets up until the 9th inning, when Addison Reed blew a slim lead, the game went into extra innings, Rookie Tyler Pill was inserted in the 10th and immediately pitched like a Rookie making his Major League Debut on the road in an extra inning game, and the Mets lost 5-4.
Sunday was more of the same, although this time I knew I was guaranteed to see at least some brief snippet of the Mets game as they were scheduled for The Biggest Game In The Galaxy on ESPN and therefore wouldn't be subjected to a regional blackout. Further, we'd been taken to dinner by some local friends at a roadhouse with TVs. The TVs being the only redeeming feature of the joint because at least I could peer over and see what was going on. Matt Harvey seemed to look a little bit like his old self, and by time we left, the Mets had gone ahead 2-1 thanks to an Asdrubal Cabrera 2-run double. It was 5-1 when I resumed watching and only up from there. Harvey looked better than he'd looked all season through 6 innings, Lucas Duda hit a Home Run and the Mets did not make asses of themselves in front of a national audience, winning 7-2.
Still, the Mets went 3-3 in a week where they probably should have gone 6-0 and beat the tar out of some lousy teams. They continue to be unable to find a toehold or momentum off these wins and as such, the team appears about as boring as the teams they're playing. 21-27 on Memorial Day isn't what any of us were thinking.
Showing posts with label Vacation. Show all posts
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Monday, May 29, 2017
Thursday, June 30, 2016
Outliers
I'd been on vacation for the past several days, and out of any sort of range of being able to see any of the Mets games over the past 5 days. In fact, a brief internet outage prevented me from hearing anything about Tuesday's game until Wednesday's game was almost underway.
I see I missed very little.
I'll try to sum up my thoughts right now in brief, but I, like most Mets fans, don't feel very good right now. Yes, it still feels like 2015 and the Mets could snap themselves back into place and into contention, but as it sits right now, I don't know where the savior is going to come from. The Mets could at least rely on whacking around some lousy teams for a while last year to keep them afloat, but this year, they've struggled against Atlanta, they're behind the Fucking Marlins in the standings altogether (and I assure you nothing would be more galling to me than getting assed out by the fake team) and they just got their doors blown off by the Nationals.
And, if all that weren't bad enough, here come God's Gift to Baseball, 2016, the Chicago Cubs, the team that's been annihilating everyone in their path for months, and, I'm quite certain, itching to stick it to the Mets after what happened last October. I'd been toying with going to Friday night's game, but I kind of have the feeling I may want to skip this one. Maybe tonight will dictate my behavior.
Regardless, the problems with the Mets right now just feel more insurmountable than they do last year. When the offensive issues hit, the Mets tried to weather it as long as they could and then made some moves. This year, it seemed like it wouldn't be the same case, considering Cespedes was here, and Neil Walker would be an adequate enough replacement for Murphy, and sure, Walker and Cespedes and Cabrera have all played well enough. But that hasn't solved the problem. Again, the Mets came into a season with a team predicated on starting players performing to their expected levels. Not everyone has done that, and nor could they have been expected to. Larger issues, the Michael Conforto dilemma, Lucas Duda missing extended time, Kevin Plawecki's failure to ascend to name a few, magnify the offensive issues. The pitching, so talented and yet so fragile, has looked alternately amazing and miserable. And now there's bone chips or bone spurs or whatever in two of their elbows and while everyone insists everything's fine, the results seem to indicate otherwise.
But more than anything, the killer instinct isn't there. I know it's one of those weird intangible buzzwords that people like to talk about but there's something to it. How many times late last season were the Mets dead in the water only to rally and kick the other team in the teeth? Hell, they did it to Washington so many times they basically ran half their bullpen out of town. That's not happening now. Now, when they get behind it seems like the game's over, and that's really a horrible way to feel about a team.
By the end of 2008, I'd become convinced that the Mets of that era were simply good enough to contend, but not a championship team, and that 2006 was the anomaly. When they fell into the abyss in 2009, I was proven right, although I can't say I'm at all proud of that. I'm not going to go and say that what happened last year was the anomaly for this era of the Mets. If it was, that would be an embarrassment, because this thing should be shaping up to be the Golden Age of the Mets. This could still happen. Teams overachieve, as the Mets probably did in 2015, and then regress the following season after the league catches up before launching to the next level the following year. Then again, teams overachieve and then take it one step further the following year, too.
Point is, it's too soon to say that 2015 was a fluke, especially since the 2016 season is barely half over. But it doesn't look especially encouraging right now, and I'm not sure I can see where the fix for this team is coming from, and maybe that's what's most frustrating about this season to this point. They've proven, at times, that they're as good as they looked last season. But they haven't sustained that level and right now they're not even approaching it. People are already dropping out on this team and when you have a fan base that's as fragile as this one, it's not especially surprising.
I see I missed very little.
I'll try to sum up my thoughts right now in brief, but I, like most Mets fans, don't feel very good right now. Yes, it still feels like 2015 and the Mets could snap themselves back into place and into contention, but as it sits right now, I don't know where the savior is going to come from. The Mets could at least rely on whacking around some lousy teams for a while last year to keep them afloat, but this year, they've struggled against Atlanta, they're behind the Fucking Marlins in the standings altogether (and I assure you nothing would be more galling to me than getting assed out by the fake team) and they just got their doors blown off by the Nationals.
And, if all that weren't bad enough, here come God's Gift to Baseball, 2016, the Chicago Cubs, the team that's been annihilating everyone in their path for months, and, I'm quite certain, itching to stick it to the Mets after what happened last October. I'd been toying with going to Friday night's game, but I kind of have the feeling I may want to skip this one. Maybe tonight will dictate my behavior.
Regardless, the problems with the Mets right now just feel more insurmountable than they do last year. When the offensive issues hit, the Mets tried to weather it as long as they could and then made some moves. This year, it seemed like it wouldn't be the same case, considering Cespedes was here, and Neil Walker would be an adequate enough replacement for Murphy, and sure, Walker and Cespedes and Cabrera have all played well enough. But that hasn't solved the problem. Again, the Mets came into a season with a team predicated on starting players performing to their expected levels. Not everyone has done that, and nor could they have been expected to. Larger issues, the Michael Conforto dilemma, Lucas Duda missing extended time, Kevin Plawecki's failure to ascend to name a few, magnify the offensive issues. The pitching, so talented and yet so fragile, has looked alternately amazing and miserable. And now there's bone chips or bone spurs or whatever in two of their elbows and while everyone insists everything's fine, the results seem to indicate otherwise.
But more than anything, the killer instinct isn't there. I know it's one of those weird intangible buzzwords that people like to talk about but there's something to it. How many times late last season were the Mets dead in the water only to rally and kick the other team in the teeth? Hell, they did it to Washington so many times they basically ran half their bullpen out of town. That's not happening now. Now, when they get behind it seems like the game's over, and that's really a horrible way to feel about a team.
By the end of 2008, I'd become convinced that the Mets of that era were simply good enough to contend, but not a championship team, and that 2006 was the anomaly. When they fell into the abyss in 2009, I was proven right, although I can't say I'm at all proud of that. I'm not going to go and say that what happened last year was the anomaly for this era of the Mets. If it was, that would be an embarrassment, because this thing should be shaping up to be the Golden Age of the Mets. This could still happen. Teams overachieve, as the Mets probably did in 2015, and then regress the following season after the league catches up before launching to the next level the following year. Then again, teams overachieve and then take it one step further the following year, too.
Point is, it's too soon to say that 2015 was a fluke, especially since the 2016 season is barely half over. But it doesn't look especially encouraging right now, and I'm not sure I can see where the fix for this team is coming from, and maybe that's what's most frustrating about this season to this point. They've proven, at times, that they're as good as they looked last season. But they haven't sustained that level and right now they're not even approaching it. People are already dropping out on this team and when you have a fan base that's as fragile as this one, it's not especially surprising.
Friday, July 11, 2014
Across The Pond
Wish me a hearty Bon Voyage, as the new Mrs. Mets2Moon and I will be off on our Honeymoon across the pond in Europe for the next week. We will be in a trio of non-Baseball cities, as we journey from Copenhagen to Stockholm to Paris.
This weekend's Mets games with the Marlins will be at a rumor level for me. With a 6-hour time difference, a 7:10pm start time takes place at 1:10am the following day in the cities I'll be visiting. Next Friday's second half opener in San Diego will hit at a crisp 4:10am Paris time. Needless to say, I won't have much to write about until I return. Therefore, I wish you all Adjö and Börk as I head off to the land of Köttbullar.
This weekend's Mets games with the Marlins will be at a rumor level for me. With a 6-hour time difference, a 7:10pm start time takes place at 1:10am the following day in the cities I'll be visiting. Next Friday's second half opener in San Diego will hit at a crisp 4:10am Paris time. Needless to say, I won't have much to write about until I return. Therefore, I wish you all Adjö and Börk as I head off to the land of Köttbullar.
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Visiting Old Friends
I mentioned that my other half and I took a vacation to Canada last week, and if you weren't paying attention, that was why I didn't write anything last week, and if you didn't care, then it didn't make a difference either way, but I was indeed in Canada, most notably in Toronto and Montreal, cities which either are or once were homes of Major League Baseball teams. I was fortunate enough to see both of these stadia on my trip, and even go so far as to see a game at the stadium that still has a team playing there. My trip to the Rogers Centre was motivated primarily by the opportunity to not only see a new stadium, but also to pay a visit to our old friends Jose Reyes and R.A. Dickey, who currently ply their trade for the Jays. Unfortunately, I'd missed Dickey's turn in the rotation by a day, but Jose Reyes was still in the lineup for the Jays this afternoon.
Rogers Centre is located in the midst of downtown Toronto, in the shadows of the CN Tower. When it opened, in 1989, it was looked upon as a modern marvel, the first stadium with a retractable roof, world's largest scoreboard, etc. Now, it's sort of a relic from a former era of monolithic multipurpose stadiums, one of the last in the Major Leagues to boast an Astroturf field, and currently the only MLB stadium outside of the United States.
It was a miserably humid day in Toronto, with rain in the forecast, and apparently any time there's rain in the forecast, they close the roof. That's all well and good, but the problem with the Rogers Centre is that there's no Air Conditioning inside (Being in Canada, it seems AC is not widely utilized since I suppose days like this are relatively rare). Thus, as you can see from the above photo, it not only appears as though we're sitting inside a cave, but it feels like you're sitting in a sauna that's been placed in an airplane hangar. Sound echoes off of all the walls and caroms all over the place; the crack of the bat can be heard clear as a bell in the farthest reaches of the ballpark.
R.A. Dickey does seem to get a bit of adoration in Toronto. Outside, I took note of a giant R.A. Dickey banner hanging from the side of the stadium. Dickey is also centrally featured in several Blue Jays advertisements and other such ephemera that is in and around the Toronto area. Here, he's holding court in the dugout, and I believe that's Mark Buehrle sitting next to him. Josh Thole is sweeping up behind them. The bald gentleman is a coach of some sort, I would have to assume. A good telephoto lens was about as close as I was going to get to R.A. on this day.
Some other odd Rogers Centre things: The Blue Jays have their own theme song, much in the vein of "Meet The Mets." However, unless you are either a) From Toronto or b) Have attended a Blue Jays game in Toronto, you probably didn't know this. The song is called "OK Blue Jays," and they play a shortened version of it during the 7th inning stretch before they sing "Take Me Out To The Ballgame." I was told that the full version of the song takes a number of shots at the Yankees, Red Sox and Billy Martin, to show you how old it is. The concession stands are typically overpriced, as most stadium food is, but maybe it's not, depending on what the exchange rate between the US and Canadian dollar is that day. You can get Poutine at Rogers Centre, if you look in the right place. However, the cake-taker was probably when the grounds crew came out to drag the infield. Since it's an Astroturf field, there's only those dopey "sliding boxes" around the bases, so the gimmick here
With the game out of reach and the conditions inside the dome getting sweatier by the minute, my other half and I decided it best to leave after the 7th inning and, like any good Tourist in Toronto, went right next door to the CN Tower, where we got a nice view of the roof of the Rogers Centre from 447 Metres up in the air. And, thus, was my first visit to the Rogers Centre, my first Baseball game outside the United States, and my first game in a dome.
Later in the week, we were in Montreal. I was aware that Olympic Stadium, former home of the Expos, was still around, the tower that hangs over it was an observatory of some sort (noted for being the world's highest inclined tower). The problems that have plagued Olympic Stadium through its checkered life span are well-noted, and it currently sits in some sort of demented limbo, with no real tenant and no particular good use, and is in constant need of maintenance of one kind or another. I would have thought, it being a bit of a tourist attraction, with the tower and nearby Montreal Biodome, that they might have put a little more effort into its upkeep. However, I was mistaken. Olympic Stadium was built for the 1976 Olympics and it looks very much as though very little has changed since then.
Olympic Stadium is situated (if you choose to go by Métro), by the Pie-IX station, which actually leads directly into the Stadium without actually having to go outside. I found this rather touching ad in the corridor leading to Olympic Stadium, honoring Gary Carter, who, since becoming the first Hall of Famer in Expos history, has become a much-beloved figure in Montreal, perhaps even moreso than he is among Mets fans. Montreal also named a street after Carter near Jarry Park, where the Expos used to play. I was, at one point, nearby Rue Gary-Carter, however I was not able to actually find my way onto the street itself. I also heard that there was a Park being named after him, but whether or not that happened, I am not sure.
Then, there's the entrance itself. The corridor that leads from the Pie-IX station to the stadium is sort of creepy, in that "where the hell does this thing lead?" sense. You know where it's headed, but you're not quite sure, and you also know that you can't actually get into where it's going, so you're not quite sure if you're going to have to turn back or not. Eventually, there is an exit which leads outside to Boulevard Pierre de Coubertin.
But, since the stadium itself isn't actually open (and lord only knows what's inside), I can only show you what it looked like from the outside. It looks, more or less, like some demented Zeppelin-like contraption that crashed into the side of a mountain. Perhaps it's more like a frisbee or the Starship Enterprise. I'm not sure. I know it wasn't exactly aesthetically pretty from the inside, and it's not much better from the outside.
Here it is, folks. In all its glory. Former home of the Montreal Expos, place where Darryl Strawberry once hit a ball off the roof and a site that hasn't played host to a Major League Baseball game since September 29, 2004. The tower was built to hold up what was supposed to be a retractable roof, but the roof never worked and eventually kept failing, leading to a continuation of fiascoes over what state the park should remain in. For one season, 1998, the stadium was actually open-air. But by that time, a once-vibrant Baseball community had evaporated, and the Expos languished in Baseball Hell for multiple years before finally vacating Montreal for good after 2004 in one of Baseball's more unacknowledged tragedies.
The roof is permanent now, supposedly, and here's a view of it from inside the tower. The promenade (or Ésplanade, as it's called) around the stadium appears to be mostly closed off, and there were several construction workers working on top and around of the Stadium, although for what purpose I'm not quite sure. The stadium was built to look futuristic for its time, and I suppose for 1976 it did, but in 2013, it looks every bit like you've just stepped into a time warp. A time warp where just about everything is in French. Just about all of the signage inside the tower is in French,
And back outside once again. Au Revoir, Les Expos. You had the honor of playing in what's probably the oddest-looking Major League venue in history. And now, you're gone, and the souvenir shop doesn't even remember you. In fact, most of Montreal in general seems to have forgotten about the Expos, which is a shame. There's a few stores around the city that have Expos shirts or hats, but you've got to search for them a little bit. I can't quite figure why that is. I would have thought, perhaps, that it's out of shame over their team leaving, but in Quebec City, there are plenty of items related to the Quebec Nordiques, and they also moved away 20 years ago.
So, there you have it, the Baseball-related portion of my Canadian Vacation. If only it were 10 years ago, I might have been able to catch two games on my trip, but no. No more Expos. Just the Blue Jays and an empty stadium.
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Vacation!
Hiatus for the next week, as I will be on vacation and probably won't have a chance to see much of the Mets as they journey off to San Francisco and Pittsburgh.
Of interest, however, is the fact that I will be paying a visit to old friends Jose Reyes and R.A. Dickey in Toronto this weekend as I make my first appearance to SkyDome in Toronto.
I will also find myself in Montreal, where I will pay tribute to the somewhat-fondly remembered Expos.
Catch everyone at the All Star Break!
Of interest, however, is the fact that I will be paying a visit to old friends Jose Reyes and R.A. Dickey in Toronto this weekend as I make my first appearance to SkyDome in Toronto.
I will also find myself in Montreal, where I will pay tribute to the somewhat-fondly remembered Expos.
Catch everyone at the All Star Break!
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Vacation!
Although it's a rare occurrence for me, I'm going to be on vacation for the next week, conveniently coinciding with the All Star Break and not much to write about, baseball-wise. Nonetheless, among the places I'll be spending my vacation is in Cooperstown, NY, and the Baseball Hall of Fame, replete with the plaque of our lone Hall of Famer, Tom Seaver. It's my 5th such trip to The Hall, and my first in over 10 years.
Fear not, however. I'll be leaving you with a fresh set of installments of "50 Years in Cards" for your enjoyment while I'm away.
Enjoy the All Star Game, everyone!
Fear not, however. I'll be leaving you with a fresh set of installments of "50 Years in Cards" for your enjoyment while I'm away.
Enjoy the All Star Game, everyone!
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