Speed kills. Not only that, but speed redeems an ughfest like Friday night’s and forgives all manner of yips that would murder you on a more torpid day. Forgives sun- and wind-aided whoopsies by Cairo and Beltran in the field. Forgives the inexplicable case of the goofs by Mientkiewicz on the basepaths (there may a reason for his getting thrown at home on an infield trickler but there’s no excuse). Forgives a less than Pedroesque production by Pedro who managed to find a way anyway, big surprise.
Yes, the Mets were fast enough Saturday afternoon not to be slowed by their mistakes. They’d be advised to not tempt fate again. But in the meantime, watch them go. Whoosh!
Jose Reyes did everything a leadoff hitter should do except walk. Think anyone cared about that nagging detail? He bunted, he hit, he ran, he stole, he tripled, he scored, all in one constant whirlwind of motion. It’s days like this when you think they weren’t kidding about this kid. Willie said after the game that he’s going to look back on Reyes one day and be very proud of him. No time like the present.
First game we won all year after trailing by as many as three runs. How is that possible? We’re the Mets — comebacks are in our blood. Maybe this is the start of a trend. A jump start.
Whoosh! Here we come again. I hope.
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