Implausible. Again. You can’t be serious! What? Gleyber Day (Btw…whatever The Sterling Bank is doing with Giancarlo…this call is genius…but I digress), Luis, All Rise, The Gardner erupts? Of course not…I’m talking about Wednesday in Cincy, when the Mets made every T-ball and Little League coach proud to walk to home plate. Because on that day, May 8 in the year 2018, the Mets, who always seem to be climbing uphill, even when things may be going their way, took incredulous to another level. They batted out of order.
Several years back, the NBA instituted a policy where the PR department would deliver to the official scorer the eligible players for that night. Until that fateful evening when a head coach motioned his player off the bench, and the official said, “So sorry, he’s not on the list.” At which point that protocol was handed over to an assistant coach, and PR went back to enjoying the pre-game meal, devoid of undue seasoning and pressure. So, as they say, stuff happens.
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But why does that dark cloud seem to continue to hover over Citi Field, despite the best of intentions before the season actually has to be played. Batting out of order. Seriously, a major league team could not match up the printed list with the posted list? At least kudos to Callaway for biting the bullet and covering for one of his coaches. But then again, they are his coaches, hand-picked, and if they can’t maneuver the intricacies of print and post, his bad.
So while the Yankees are taking En Fuego to another level, winning games in ways that would be a B-list filmmaker blush, whuppin’ and stompin’, bangin’ and clangin’, goin’ deep and how many feet?…the Mets end an inning with a look of befuddlement worthy of an eighth grader looking at that pop quiz knowing he had no clue there was even a book assigned to the class.
It’s only May. You can go either way with that.
Can we put to rest this notion that maybe…maybe…playing in Miami did not prepare The Stantonian when the Bronx is rocking? Stop.
Philly has immense young talent. One would hope that youth took note of the finer points of their playoff baptism this spring.
Golden State-Houston. May want to take a peek at that one.
Tim McCarver (left), Steve Carlton (right) Photo: ap.com
Let’s see. Flaherty was Randy Johnson’s personal catcher. McCarver took care of Carlton. Let Romine prepare the bath for Sonny.
I wonder what Girardi is thinking?
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