You're wet, you're cold, and you stood up through the latter part of the game, which featured two Mets comebacks and some timely hitting from some unlikely heroes.
The Mets bounced back from a demoralizing loss to win a game that the Cubs had all but gift wrapped for them before the opening pitch.
For the Cubs it was a lineup of "who's who?" and, on paper it least, it seemed as if the Mets would win handily. But games aren't won and lost on paper--they are won and lost from the pitcher's mound, the batter's box, the dugout and the field.
Pedro Martinez, in what could be his last game as a Met, pitched poorly. He allowed yet another first inning homerun and the pressure on the team began.
If this was a rehab game people would have praised Pedro for finding the strike zone with regularity after his rough start and throwing a lot of pitches that bended beautifully. He had 9 Ks total, but also walked 4--he started poorly and finished poorly with a good "middle".
"I appreciate their support, in case this is my last game, my last start," Martinez said. "I wish I could continue and come back with the Mets. But this isn't the time to think about those things. ... I couldn't go by without saying thanks."
Pedro was partially undone by the bullpen. Because of their inability to consistently get the job done, Pedro came out for the 7th, with the game tied at 3-3, and promplty allowed a walk and a single. He was replaced by--here's your holy sh*t moment--Ricardo Rincon--who promptly gave up a 3-run homerun to the Cubs Micah Hoffpauir. The shock left the wet crowd stunned in disbelief--here we go again.
The bullpen settled down after that and it was left to the Mets offense to slug their way to victory--this time they accomplished their mission.
Ryan Church had a big night and had the slide of his life to get a run home.
Robinson Cancel capped a two-out rally with a clutch hit--easily the biggest of his big league career. And Ramon Martinez, now the second baseman of the moment, had another clutch hit.
Yes Mets fans--the key players on this night were Ricardo Rincon, Robinson Cancel and Ramon Martinez. Welcome to hell.
In the bottom of the 9th the regular guys did their thing--Jose Reyes led off with a single, Daniel Murphy decided to put on the worst bunting display in history for the first out, David Wright struck out, and Carlos Beltran hit a rope into rightfield to drive home Reyes with the winning run. Jubiliation, euphoria, a freakin win.
It was a great win, and one of the ugliest, yet most exciting, wins of the year.
So now the Mets get the Feisty Fish for the finale. It will be wet, fish like water, they will play hard...a test of wills.
Mike Pelfrey is on the hill tonight--weather permitting--and one thing is for sure--the Mets will play hard--whether that's enough remains to be seen.
The Mets are still tied with the Brewers for the Wild Card lead and are now just 1 game back of the Phillies...anything, and I do mean anything, can happen over these next 3 days.
One thing is certain--whoever sweeps is in--the rest of it is a crapshoot.
Enjoy your coffee!
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