Nobody has a read on this season yet. Do you want to try to see if you can get a read on a week of the season? Consider this past week. Last Tuesday, David Wright wins an exciting game for us in the eleventh with this wonderful, old-fashioned increasingly rare baseball thing called a clutch hit. Then we get clobbered to the point of absurdity by one of the worst teams in baseball. Our next game is a gem, a perfect-in-every-respect victory against what may be the best team in baseball. The next day our relievers get jumped on and we suffer another double-digit loss. The day after that, we pull out a close beautifully-pitched game with three runs in the ninth. The next game is blown as Ollie Perez gives up a home run to everyone who wants one.
Remember how last year was so maddening because there would be a good stretch and then a bad stretch and then a good stretch and then a bad stretch, etc? This year is like that too, except this year the stretches are nine innings long.
Choose whatever tired metaphor you want: see saw, roller coaster, Jekyll and Hyde, Abbott and Costello. Personally I run out of metaphors when I look at the Mets.
I just look and I watch and I sit there and I don’t know. I say that I’m just going to have fun. And maybe I will. I’m just not entirely sure at this point what I am supposed to be having fun about.
