Thank God the Red Sox won. Otherwise, I'd be in a much worse mood.
The horror of horrors is happening: the Mets' starting rotation is collapsing. Maine has been shellacked twice in a row. Glavine was lucky to get a win in his last outing. Now Sosa, who, like Maine, began so promisingly, has joined the parade of failure. And, of course, against the hated Braves.
I'm going to avert my eyes for a while; I suspect things are about to get very ugly. For those of you who could care less about the game, I promise no more baseball posts for a while.
Update: In an apparent effort to get me out of my funk, Twiffer asks when Pedro's due back. Well, according to the Mets' official site, he could be back by August. I shudder to think how big Atlanta's division lead will be by then.
Another update: OK, I said no more baseball posts for a while, but, in my mustelid fashion, I'll be quick to point out that I didn't rule out multiple updates. Anyway, Joe Martini, who is both a Mets and a Met fan (and thereby a worthy fellow indeed) takes a page from Douglas Adams and advises me, "Don't panic." (See comments below.) OK, we did rebound from losing another series to the tomahawk choppers by besting the flopping fish, with El Duque coming off the DL and providing a strong showing on the mound. Maybe there's hope. Tonight we see if Maine has recovered from his funk.
Joe also accuses me of giving this blog a tautologous title. Any thoughts?
5/29 update: Rhonda Byrne's theory looking shaky! How 'bout the power of negative thinking to produce positive results? See, I knew that if I wrote that the Mets are toast, they'd turn right around and go on a big winning streak, just to prove me wrong.
Of course, my writing this probably assures that they will now go into a death spiral.
5/30 update: one of my pet theories is also in trouble. I used to believe in the "curse of the ex-Met"; i.e., that players traded away by the Mets or allowed to go as free agents would be poison when the Mets played their new teams. Now, it seems like they can be candy.
5/31 update: Do I now have to worry about the curse of the Met who never was?
when's pedro due back?
ReplyDeleteDon't panic. The key to winning baseball is playing the tough teams even and then fattening up on the weak teams. Let's see how we do this weekend. The Mets are at the beginning of their dynasty and the Yankees are pinning their hopes on Roger Clemens. I guess Satchel Page wasn't available.
ReplyDeleteLook... the (hated) Yankees problem isn't that they went 3-3 against the Mets and the Red Sox, it's that they're under .500 against Seattle and Tampa Bay.
BTW: Thanks for the comment on my blog. It's so true. My wife is a NYC teacher. She broke up a fight a few years ago by grabbing the aggressor by the arm and pulling him off of his victim. The little darling's mother brought abuse charges that had to be investigated even though this happened in front about a hundred witnesses. What a world.
BTW: You inspired me. I just put up another essay. You might like it.
Joe
We saw Orfeo last week at the Saturday matinee. My favorite part was the curtain call when the director/choreographer did his best Roger DeBris impression. BTW he's a fellow Brooklynite. I'm from Gravesend my wife is from Crown Heights, but we've been happy suburbanites for 25 years.
ReplyDeletePeter Gelb has done an extraordinary job. Il Trittico the week before, The Barber of Seville with the kids, (they loved it), Faust, The First Emperor (ehh, so-so) and we got shut out of Madama Butterfly. Great season.
I also went to Die Meistersinger by myself. The Missus draws the line when it comes to six hours of screaming Nazis. Twenty year old production, but it's still fresh.
How 'bout those Mets?
Oh yeah...
ReplyDeleteYour blog title is tautologous.
If Galileo had been a baby boomer he would have discovered that the Universe revolved around himself.