By metstradamus | September 16, 2020 1:00 am
The Mets are at the point know where they are Nicky and Dominic in the sticks getting buried while they’re still breathing. They lost 4-1 to the Phillies and unless they take the next two … which is certainly possible with Jacob deGrom and Seth Lugo on the bump … you can call their season toast. As a public service announcement, I’m here to tell you that I don’t care that they’re only two and a half out of a playoff spot with just under two weeks to go. I have no faith in a 21-27 team and no longer have the desire to do the mental gymnastics that it takes to figure out how to get this team in the playoffs. Mike did a great job in paving a path to the playoffs for the Mets. They stumbled on the second step which was “take advantage of the tired Phillies”, and thus they have made it close to impossible to take the first step which was to “go 10-3”.
The Mets went down on Tuesday just as they’ve gone down all season: Rick Porcello got smoked, the Mets couldn’t get a hit with a runner in scoring position (Pete Alonso flew out to center on a glorious chance with two outs and the bases loaded in the third and Wilson Ramos hit into a double play with the bases loaded and one out in the 6th), and Jeff McNeil won tonight’s “Daniel Murphy Award” for dopey play on the basepaths as he tried to go to third with two outs and a grounder to the left side and kept a run from scoring to at least bring the Mets a little closer in the 8th. Dom Smith struck out in the 9th as the tying run to put the cherry on the sundae of sewage, end the latest Mets’ 9th inning tease, and put another shovel of dirt is in the final resting place of the 2020 Mets.
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In theory, this team looked like it could work. In practice, it showed it needs a reorganization. Still a shred of hope for 2021, but...Bring on 2021. Viva La Revolution.
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