Gloom and doom are in the air, everywhere, in Metsville.
I think much of that doom and gloom fails to disperse because of the critical injuries to Francisco Lindor, Francisco Ouch-verez, and Clay Holmes.
I think the other long-term injuries have been manageable, but those three? Ouch!
Yet, the Mets are 10–5 in May.
So much gloom abounds, and the team is 10–5 in May.
Tyrone Taylor, hitting just a buck-something, crushes a 2 out, 3 run game-tying BOMB in the 9th and the Mets win it 7-6 in the 10th.
Crazy.
Maybe the kids (Benge, Ewing, and soon Wenninger) can keep this tug boat running. Humming, even.
Imagine if somehow, someway, the Mets are in contention in July.
Not for the division, but for a wild card.
And then, what would the three acquisitions be at the trade deadline?
Answer: Lindor, Alvarez, and the clay man.
That would be pretty remarkable.
The Mets now play a mediocre, but not bad, Washington Nats team next.
The Mets, they just gotta keep going 10-5 every 15 games.
How hard can that be? I mean, come on really?
A piece of cake, if you ask me.
Meanwhile, a brief minor league report:
Jacob Reimer, who has been off to an absolutely miserable RBI start, seemed to wake up yesterday, with a three for three day with a walk and four RBIs. Let’s hope he goes on a tear.
At the risk of beating a dead horse, they are finally playing in comfortable weather in Binghamton. Bats thaw out.
Brooklyn (10-28), meanwhile, lost again, on four hits.
Through 38 games, they are hitting .180, which is the worst thing I have ever seen from a Mets minor league team offensively. Each day that they compile three or four hits is going to make it tougher for them to reach the .200 mark before the end of the season.
But heck, maybe they too go 10-5 in their next 15 games.
How hard can that be, really? They already know how to win 10 games.







