Seven Nights At Shea - Game 1
Well, here we are. After 155 games, the Mets have managed themselves in to a situation where they are 2.5 games out of the NL East and one game up on the National League Wildcard. The Brewers and the Mets are in a race to see who can collapse harder. The Mets face the NL-best record Cubs and crushed-their-spirit-last-year Marlins. The Brewers face Pittsburgh (against whom they’ve gone 11-1 on the season) and the Cubs. The Phillies face the only-play-the-Mets-hard Braves and the NL East toilet Nationals. The Metropolitans control their own destiny. Win out and they at least get the Wildcard. Lose any and they risk another September collapse.
The Board Room did an excellent job here. It really couldn’t be scripted any better.
The Mets could have gone up by 2 games in the Wildcard tonight. They didn’t. Instead they had the lights blown out in 4th inning when they, for the second time this season, gave up a grand slam to the opposing pitcher. I’ll repeat that. For the second time this season — the first being Felix Hernandez hitting off Johan Santana — a Met pitcher gave up a grand slam to an opposing pitcher. In the fourth inning, Jon Niese delivered a pitch to Jason Marquis that landed in front of the scoreboard. The bullpen came in to stop the bleeding and promptly gave up another home run to Derrek Lee to send the game into a 7-2 blowout. The bullpen continued to bleed runs to a 9-4 laugher that was never really close.
Slowly but surely, the toxic environment at Shea Stadium is becoming more and more a problem. The fans are still on edge. Everyone in the bullpen can expect to be booed when they enter, on every walk, and on every hit. Half the line-up can expect to be booed when they do anything but get on base. The fans are doing the opposite of helping. I can’t even imagine what the final game at Shea ceremony will be like if the team doesn’t make the playoffs. I might not even watch.
The bright side to this loss is it was the one game they could lose without being crippled. Jon Niese is a September call-up who probably isn’t ready for primetime. He’s had 3 starts. One was an 8-inning shutout against the Braves. The other two have been a combined 6 innings with a combined 11 runs. If there was one game they had to pencil in as a loss, it was this one. A guy making this third start against the best team in the National League.
Here’s the problem: after tonight there really isn’t any more wiggle room and there really aren’t any more excuses. The team is throwing Santana, Perez, Martinez, and Pelfrey in its next four starts. On Saturday, if the team doesn’t have something locked up, they’ll have some tough decisions to make. Throw guys on short rest? Throw Santana on Saturday or Sunday and effectively keep him out of the playoffs until Game 3?
Second problem: The Brewers have been having a terrible run of luck lately, going 5-15 in September and dropping 8 of their last 10. There’s got to be some sort of feeling in the Brewers’ clubhouse that it’s gotten as bad as it’s going to get and they’re still only 1 game out with 6 to play. On top of that, they get the benefit of playing a team who they can officially claim ownership of while the Mets are apparently playing against both The Script and Destiny.
Third problem: Even if by some miracle the Mets limp in to the Wild Card, they still have to go to the playoffs with this bullpen. One issue I’ve had with Jerry Manuel is his dogged insistence that this pen will work through their problems. They obviously are not going to. At this point, throw three rookies and John Maine on your post-season roster and see what happens. At least with those guys we can go with the devil we don’t know — which, in this case, is better than the devil we do.
I’ve gone from cautiously optimistic to completely resigned. This bullpen is either going to end this season this week against the Cubs or next week against the Cubs. It’s very symmetrical, really. All that said, the Shea fans deserve a heaping-helping of “F*ck You” for helping to make the team tighter and worse. Have you ever seen an abused dog cower in the corner when it knows it’s done something wrong and is waiting to get beaten? That’s the entire Mets team. It can’t fail in peace and, in a game of failure, that’s a problem. They are treating every pitch and every at-bat as the end of the world because of the completely unsupportive home crowd. Way to go, guys. Glad you bought your tickets and feel justified in booing. It makes it awesome for the rest of us.
If the season ends with the Mets out of the playoffs, I’m relatively certain I’ll lay about a third of the blame on the home crowd. The Shea crowd, somehow, is a spoiled child. They went in to this season mad about last year. They’ve thrown tantrums and booed and expected this team to make the playoffs as a foregone conclusion. What these idiots don’t realize is that they’re in the midst of one of the more awesome pennant races in baseball right now. There are three teams slugging it out for two playoff slots. All three teams are separated by two games. If not for last season, Shea would be rocking and rolling and the fans would be supportive and having a great time. Because last season gave the Met fan some sort of entitlement complex about getting to the post-season this year, they’ve decided to be as assy as humanly possible. It’s not helping, dummies.
I’m one voice in the midst of 100,000 but I think they can do it. I’m continuing to think positively.
We can do this.