You want the Jacob deGrom [1] who locks in, who maybe seemed a little off in the first or second inning, but wasn’t allowing any baserunners, but then he’s on by the third, and seems on to stay. You fist-pump the Ks, but you secretly embrace the efficient outs. You count his pitches because his manager and pitching coach count his pitches. You want that Jacob deGrom on the mound — and you want that Jacob deGrom at the plate, handling the bat, advancing a runner, getting to first in process, coming around to score, being a ballplayer, helping his own cause…and then getting back to pitching like Jacob deGrom.
You’ll accept a slightly lesser Jacob deGrom who you reluctantly understand can’t be “Jacob deGrom” every batter of every inning of every game, the Jacob deGrom who is outstanding rather than perfect. You want that Jacob deGrom to overcome whatever’s not working — don’t worry, he will — and still be ahead of the opposition when he leaves the mound at the end of a relatively challenging inning.
You can’t deal with no Jacob deGrom, but sometimes you have to. You can’t deal with Jacob deGrom departing a game in the company of Brian Chicklo. You don’t want to hear Brian Chicklo’s name whatsoever, but sometimes the Mets’ head trainer needs to cross the foul line into our consciousness. The worst way for him to appear is when his job intersects with deGrom being physically unable to do his.
Sunday, we had silk deGrom for four innings, gritty deGrom for one inning and Chicklonian deGrom precluding any more innings. Reports of Jacob’s tight right side, and how it was apparently different from what kept him from starting last Monday, elbowed every one of us in the gut. We’d have rather shaken hands with total strangers during the depths of quarantine than see Jacob deGrom leaving a baseball game under Chicklonian circumstances.
The game was left in responsible hands. Miguel Castro. Jacob Barnes. Edwin Diaz. Met relievers you can trust at the moment. Almost all the Met relievers are relievers you can trust at the moment. The moment can be fleeting, but the aforementioned fellows, along with those who made the intentional “bullpen game” on Saturday and the contingency version on Friday navigable, are to be commended. Same for the Mets on Sunday who made sweet catches (Conforto!), delivered timely contact (Lindor!) and displayed plate patience (Mazeika!). With a lot of help, Jacob deGrom was credited with the Mets’ 4-2 win [2], our stealthily first-place club’s low-key fifth in a row. Let his teammates lift him for a change. Lord knows deGrom doesn’t usually get much help and is too often credited with nothing but appreciative gasps of disbelief.
We gasped when we were told deGrom had to go for an MRI. We might breathe easier today having learned, via MLB Network’s Jon Morosi [3], that Jake’s “initial prognosis is good” and no “serious or long-term injury” is evident. We might breathe easier, but it’s not guaranteed. When we see Jacob performing free, easy and without Brian Chicko, we won’t have to think about our breathing. It will come naturally, just as watching and loving Jacob deGrom does. Jake is oxygen to us. You can’t cut off our supply and expect us not to be adversely affected.