Somhow, Mets Win Again
With a bullpen that is essentially the laughingstock of contenders, the Mets are kind of like a marathon runner who has broken a leg halfway through a race and limps along to the finish line, gritting out every step.
Improbably, one out away from a loss, Carlos Beltran belted a dramatic grand slam to give the Mets a 5-2 going into the 9th.
Beltran shows a little clutch for a change. Swings on first pitch - sure is an improvement over striking out with the bat on your shoulders in Game 7 of the NLCS, isn't it?
Yet dramatically, with Luis Ayala left to save or blow the game on his own and struggling with a sort of hamstring ailment in the bottom of the 9th, the Magical Murph, rookie hotshot, made a rather incredible relay throw to hold pinch runner Alfredo Amezaga at third after Jorge Cantu's double and one Marlin later, the Mets finally had the victory.
Typical drama. Typical edge-of-your-seat finale that is the trademark of a very unremarkable bullpen and once again, the Mets somehow managed to escape.
No victory is certain, no defeat is unavoidable. Somehow, night after night, the Mets defy the odds with their one-legged marathoner of a team. Even when David Wright strikes out with the bases loaded in the 7th.
And to make matters better still, the Cubs were battering the Phillies again to raise the Mets' lead to 2 games after having lost the NL East lead in heart-breaking fashion only 4 nights before.
No one will accuse the Mets of being boring and frankly, so long as they continue to win more than they lose, this has to be by default, one of the more entertaining ways to see a season through.
A team of guts that doesn't allow injury, set-back or even dramatic losses foil them.
A team to be proud of, grinding it out without a bullpen to speak of.
Improbably, one out away from a loss, Carlos Beltran belted a dramatic grand slam to give the Mets a 5-2 going into the 9th.
Beltran shows a little clutch for a change. Swings on first pitch - sure is an improvement over striking out with the bat on your shoulders in Game 7 of the NLCS, isn't it?
Yet dramatically, with Luis Ayala left to save or blow the game on his own and struggling with a sort of hamstring ailment in the bottom of the 9th, the Magical Murph, rookie hotshot, made a rather incredible relay throw to hold pinch runner Alfredo Amezaga at third after Jorge Cantu's double and one Marlin later, the Mets finally had the victory.
Typical drama. Typical edge-of-your-seat finale that is the trademark of a very unremarkable bullpen and once again, the Mets somehow managed to escape.
No victory is certain, no defeat is unavoidable. Somehow, night after night, the Mets defy the odds with their one-legged marathoner of a team. Even when David Wright strikes out with the bases loaded in the 7th.
And to make matters better still, the Cubs were battering the Phillies again to raise the Mets' lead to 2 games after having lost the NL East lead in heart-breaking fashion only 4 nights before.
No one will accuse the Mets of being boring and frankly, so long as they continue to win more than they lose, this has to be by default, one of the more entertaining ways to see a season through.
A team of guts that doesn't allow injury, set-back or even dramatic losses foil them.
A team to be proud of, grinding it out without a bullpen to speak of.
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