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The Mets VS the Royals.
That’s a World Series few pundits picked in Spring Training.
In fact, the Mets were as popular a World Series pick as a Herpes Blister in a kissing booth.
The problem with the Mets pre-All Star Break?
They were anemic. They manufactured less runs per game than a tour group drinking the water in Mexico.
Then they pulled the trigger on July 31st, picking up the biggest bat available.
This was the lead sentence in Sporting News: The Mets have their man. Yoenis Cespedes will bring his big bat and cannon arm to the New York outfield.
Bam.
And just like that, the Mets put a bullet in a gun that was as impudent as a Hugh Hefner love session.
The Mets went from that anonymous other team in New York, to back page headlines.
And down the stretch they come.
Both New York teams make it into the post season. But the Yankees did a ONE AND DONE and the Mets are back in the big show for the 1st time in 15 years.
Do you believe?
You should. The Mets have pitching like the old days.
Harvey and Syndergaard and DeGrom.
Long haired, gritty fire ballers throwing BB’s at the plate at damn near 100 miles an hour.
It reminds me of the Miracle Mets of Seaver, and Koosman and Matlack. Oh and remember a hall of famer rookie they stupidly traded named Nolan Ryan?
I’m not a huge baseball fan anymore. I admittedly followed the sport from the periphery.
If I was in a sports bar, and the highlights were on, I watched.
I nibbled on baseball like I chew on parsley sprigs decorating the side of my plate.
If ESPN did a segment on baseball, I listened.
But only because I was waiting for a fantasy football update.
But I didn’t watch a whole game.
OH MY GOD NO.
162 game season.
Are you kidding me.
It’s so unnecessary. It’s about the Benjamins, not about the game.
Trust me.
162 games of baseball is less exciting than watching a cat groom itself, listening to a Kardashian read Wikipedia, or naming your pet rock collection.
My suggestion? Make the season 80 games and jump through hoops of fire on the way to 1st.
If it was like jumping a motorcycle over a fountain in a parking lot, it would be America’s favorite sport.
But playoff baseball is exciting. It’s not popping a zit in the mirror exciting, but it does have its moments, especially when your team is the team.
So now, after 15 years of “next year” The Mets are in and I’m excited.
Tuesday the WS starts.
I’m excited.
KC VERSUS NY.
MID AMERICA VS THE MEDIA CAPITAL OF THE WORLD.
ALL NIGHT RIB JOINTS VS ALL NIGHT SWINGERS CLUBS.
Pitching versus Hitting.
This is going to be interesting.
KC is lethal. They are a panther sitting in a tree, hungry, eye balling its next meal, ready to pounce.
KC has Hitters who put the ball in play from all slots in the line up.
Hitters 1-9 can knock you out if you let them.
What quiets good hitting like a fire hose on a birthday candle?
Good pitching.
And the Mets have good pitching.
Mets pitchers who throw in the high 90’s and bust the ball at the knees.
They pitch Nastier than a Vietnamese Hooker.
“Me love you long time!”
I don’t even know what that means.
The chink in the NY armor is hitting.
Mets are scrappy do hitters. They are punch and Judy type hitters. They eek out runs. I saw a guy strike out, get on 1st with a pass ball, and later score. That’s the Mets.
Amazing
Outside of Daniel Murphy who set a record for consecutive home runs in the post season, and Cespedes who swings harder than any batter in baseball, the Mets hitting is pretty suspect. It’s sometimes so invisible, Sherlock Holmes with a magnifying glass in the Study couldn’t find it.
So, Who wins?
They say good pitching beats good hitting.
The sport has been around for more than a hundred years and this slogan has not changed.
GOOD PITCHING BEATS GOOD HITTING.
That’s why I’m hopeful that KC bats will be silenced and Mets small ball baseball will scrape out some tough wins.
My prediction?
Mets in 6!
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