Like everybody else, I’m mortal. I have an expiration date, a timer that will ring, a final quarter that will yield GAME OVER. One day I’ll have a final moment and once it’s past, I’ll be dead.
I have no idea when that final moment will be — it could come a few minutes from now, or lie decades ahead of me. (I sure hope it’s the latter.) I have no idea what I’ll be doing ahead of that final moment, though if I get to choose it would be sleeping and dreaming about something gentle. (I won’t get to choose.)
What I do know is that every year, every month, every day, every hour and eventually every second will be precious — sips of time that will in the end be revealed as finite and insufficient.
I also know that I just wasted a whole bunch of those moments — two hours and change, which may not seem like much when expressed as hours but is a helluva lot of precious seconds — watching a team of pretend Mets play noncompetitive baseball against the Braves.
The Mets played the role of Generic Opponent to a T. They put pressure on Charlie Morton that felt convincing in the moment but amounted to nothing, as they didn’t hit when it mattered. Tylor Megill was good early but bad late — i.e., when it mattered. The Mets’ defense was crummy when it mattered, with the normally reliable Brandon Nimmo front and center in terms of crumminess.
I say “when it mattered,” but none of it mattered. The Mets were alternately frustrating and lifeless, infuriating and boring. I wasted a night on them, bringing my last moments closer with nothing to show for them.
I’ll want those moments back on my deathbed, of course. But hell, why wait that long? I want them back now.
Particularly enjoying these writings coming after we knew the season was over, what, 6-7 weeks ago? The life reflections shared here, in the context of this utterly disastrous season, make for great reads.
Ditto what Rumble said.
Well, I was hoping the Mets would hit bottom at some point-but there seems to be no bottom.
It was much more fun watching the Little League World Series last night– and their uniforms did NOT have 2 corporate logos on them either!
The next step to the bottom is falling into last place in the division, then last place in the National League. The Mets are 2 games ahead of the Nationals. They shouldn’t fall behind the Rockies, but they’re now the same distance to last place in the NL as to the 3rd wildcard, 7.5 games. The Mets are 19.5 games ahead of the Athletics, so at least they shouldn’t end up the worst team in MLB this year.
The silver lining is that the more the Mets lose, the more they increase their lottery odds for a protected top 6 pick in next year’s draft.
“I wasted a night on them”
At least the Mets didn’t merely lose to the Braves once again. Last night, they found a way to be shut out by the Braves in a historical manner: 9 walks plus 7 hits = Team RISP 0-for-12, Team LOB 14. If the Mets don’t win, they can at least show us something new in losing.
Silver lining: Did Megill show signs that he can be a viable reliever next season? The Mets need starters next season, but they need relievers, too.
was at the game. once the braves decided to hit – fourth inning, when they scored 3 – my friend and i knew the game was over. and we did what i have only done two or three times in 55 or so years of going to mets games: we left early.
and it was fireworks night and everything.