So Far, So Eh
I've been positively dreadful and horrible at updating this here blog as we've gotten this season underway, so let's try to cram in some quick hits on the first seven games:
-I am going to have to find something else to do during Ollie Perez's starts this season. I really am. He is 100% unwatchable. That "something else to do" tonight is a trip to the opera with the wife - so while I'm yukking it up through the 56th screeching aria, you'll all be watching him walk in 3 runs in the fourth inning. I pity you.
-Levon made Omar look very, very smart on Saturday. Keep it up.
-I freaking LOVE Dan Murphy's approach at the plate. Almost never has a bad at-bat, even if he doesn't get on base. Unfortunately, his play in left field is a disaster, and I for one knew he was going to drop that ball on Sunday. No, really - I called it. (Unfortunately, it was in my head and there were no witnesses. But it happened).
-If Murphy continues to hit, this is a pretty f'ing deadly lineup 1 through 6. Yes, the LOBs are an issue, but I have a hunch if we keep those ducks on the pond, things'll get sorted out. Otherwise, perhaps we should think about cutting Hojo loose.
-All in all, mediocre start. The only loss out of the 4 that really, really pissed me off was Ollie coughing up a 3-run lead in Cincy. You can live with the others, which - if a ball had bounced differently - could easily have been wins. That said, if we get another piss-poor showing tonight from OP, it's time to start getting concerned.
Finally, certain fans have been flooding the airwaves pissing and moaning about the fact that Citi Field doesn't do enough to reflect Met history. Although I missed opening day, I was at the new joint a week ago for a team workout, and let me tell you something: These people are out of their mother-flippin' minds. The place is GORGEOUS. If the fact that there aren't enough pictures of Ray Knight on the walls is somehow interfering with your enjoyment of being here, I honestly don't know what to tell you. Perhaps you can start a campaign to have them rebuild that shithole that's now a steaming pile of bricks in the parking lot. There were lots of Met pictures in there. Oh, plus those snazzy neon figurines-whatever-the-fuck-they-were on the outside. I mean, you've got to be kidding me. Not enough Met pictures? Who gives a shit! If they win, the history will be oozing from these walls, pictures or no pictures. Now shut yer yaps and have a Shake Shack burger on me.