And...exhale
So for one night back to the foibles we are a little more comfortable with: the inadequacies of the bullpen.
Oh yes, for one night anyway, the Mets batting order regained a modicum of its swagger; 4 homers, one from each side of the plate from Beltran, a game opening smash from Reyes and a monster from Delgado.
Rather than rest on an early lead and fizzle for the remainder of the game as they're prone to do, the Mets even added 4 runs in the 3rd and another an inning later to build a morale-boosting 7-2 lead.
Anyone want to be in this poor bastid's shoes?
Of course with nowhere man Brandon Knight fighting to keep his head above water we all knew it was only a matter of time before anxiety began to set in and sure enough, with a series of tumultuous appearances by Ricardo Rincon and Brian Stokes cutting the lead to a paltry 3 runs by the end of the 7th, sure enough, it did.
Heilman, who inexplicably was allowed to debauch the game with an appearance, was wisely yanked after giving up a double and a single, bingbang in the 8th.
Somehow, likely with everyone's eyes wide shut, Scott Schoeneweis and Joe Smith were able to shut the door without further damage. Not exactly the sort you'd think to turn to in crisis but when they're passing out cigarettes and blindfolds in the bullpen, you can only be over joyed when the bullet misses.
And they saved the bottom of the 9th to kill the remaining faint of hearts.
Wright compounded his 0 for 5, 2 Ks, 4 LOB sorta night with a patented throwing error to complete the growing disaster for Mr No I'm Not Choking to open the ninth and there we were on the precipice of season's end.
Pedro Feliciano sorta saved the game before giving up a 2-run single to nearly blow it before Ayala finally saved the day.
Holy shit.
But better than another loss.
The Mets live to see another day.
Holy shit.
And tonight?
"Hopefully, with Santana, it will be nine innings and 170 pitches," Jerry said, probably in all seriousness, pitch count be damned.
Oh yes, for one night anyway, the Mets batting order regained a modicum of its swagger; 4 homers, one from each side of the plate from Beltran, a game opening smash from Reyes and a monster from Delgado.
Rather than rest on an early lead and fizzle for the remainder of the game as they're prone to do, the Mets even added 4 runs in the 3rd and another an inning later to build a morale-boosting 7-2 lead.
Anyone want to be in this poor bastid's shoes?
Of course with nowhere man Brandon Knight fighting to keep his head above water we all knew it was only a matter of time before anxiety began to set in and sure enough, with a series of tumultuous appearances by Ricardo Rincon and Brian Stokes cutting the lead to a paltry 3 runs by the end of the 7th, sure enough, it did.
Heilman, who inexplicably was allowed to debauch the game with an appearance, was wisely yanked after giving up a double and a single, bingbang in the 8th.
Somehow, likely with everyone's eyes wide shut, Scott Schoeneweis and Joe Smith were able to shut the door without further damage. Not exactly the sort you'd think to turn to in crisis but when they're passing out cigarettes and blindfolds in the bullpen, you can only be over joyed when the bullet misses.
And they saved the bottom of the 9th to kill the remaining faint of hearts.
Wright compounded his 0 for 5, 2 Ks, 4 LOB sorta night with a patented throwing error to complete the growing disaster for Mr No I'm Not Choking to open the ninth and there we were on the precipice of season's end.
Pedro Feliciano sorta saved the game before giving up a 2-run single to nearly blow it before Ayala finally saved the day.
Holy shit.
But better than another loss.
The Mets live to see another day.
Holy shit.
And tonight?
"Hopefully, with Santana, it will be nine innings and 170 pitches," Jerry said, probably in all seriousness, pitch count be damned.
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