Edgy MD

Yeah, I think baseball would be well served by reviewing the rule that a player --- particularly an outfielder --- has to be close enough to make a play in order to incur an error, when often the reason the player isn't close-enough was because of an obviously errant approach. It's one of those we've-always-done-it-that way things, but I think it would lead to more meaningful fielding statistics and a better appreciation of what good outfielding can bring to a team.

Even on his Topps All-Rookie Team card, Tommie Agee looks like he's seen too much of life.

Sorry we lost, but if you're going to be bumping a guy in your rotation, I wouldn't expect it to be Niese.

Wheeler throws six shutout innings, giving up three hits and a walk, while striking out four, in Las Vegas' 6-2 win over Sacramento. I imagine it won't be too much longer 'til he appears for the Mets. Cowcheese with a three-run homer.

Great points. And great framing of the situation by Centerfield and the former Leftfield.

Swan Swan H wrote: Last night's game reminded me a bit of this one, which was Darryl Strawberry's debut. My wife had an apartment full of women for some Tupperware deal or something, so I decided at the last minute to go. The Mets were down 3-0, but tied it on a pinch-homer by Danny Heep in the 8th and a two-run shot by Dave Kingman in the ninth. Carlos Diaz gave up a run in the tenth, but Hubie Brooks (who was benched for the just-called up Tucker Ashford) homered in his first AB in the bottom of the tenth. Jesse Orosco pitched three scoreless innings before George Foster won it in the thirteenth with a three-run shot. Not an exact parallel, of course - home vs. road, game winning homer vs. a couple of singles, but the feeling of the two late homers to tie it brought this one back to mind. So many cool things happened that day. Among the coolest was that the two guys who had just played themselves out of the lineup --- Heep and Brooks --- ended up coming off the bench as heroes. Add the presence of Seaver, the always-cool-to-matchup-against-Soto factor, plus the extra innings. By then, the novelty of Strawberry's debut had become a secondary storyline. Straw batting third, the thought (in my mind anyhow) was that it looked like we had a good new hitter with power, and then he went 0-4, with other heroes breaking through, and you file that away, until in extra innings, he hit this amazing arcing moonshot that I had never seen from a lefthanded Met in... ever. That it went a little foul and didn't win the game in extras was only a little disappointing. I suddenly realized that we didn't have a good hitter with power, but rather the most profound power-hitting talent in the league. I felt a little dirty. Other, bratty rich kids --- they get gifts like this. I don't. I was happy that my new owners had re-acquired the remains of Seaver, Staub, and Kingman. Make-goods on past sins. That was the best I had conditioned myself to hope for until that moment.

Can we discuss the amount of bridge jumping that would be going on had the Mets dropped a Bayvian contract to sign Upton?

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Wally Backman.

I like how Sandy knows the unspoken thoughts of the entire organization. SCARY!

I like weird baseball things too. But let's cycle through all the non-weird stuff first.

No strikeouts, either.

Coming from behind twice, and hanging in there with the winning run on third and one out. I call that a character builder. Let's not root for Recker-on-the-mound appearances. Ever.

So, these Gattis guy --- are those roidy muscles or what? Look like big, meaty wrestler arms.

Was Davis holding his back after that play?

If they can finish this off, they gain on two teams ahead of them in the schedule, and one behind.

Hey! Check it out! Valdy in the infield!

Tack-on runs --- better than potato chips. Burning through their bullpen in Game One is nice also.

Loverly. Good job taking third by Baxter, too. Let's plate him also.

Look to you like Bax didn't do anything to avoid that pitch?

Gubba.

I'm not the only one who thinks Byrdo has a better arm than Cowgill. Nice.

Man, that tight little slurve of Kimbrel's on the corner is brutal.

Two words: Wright and WRIGHT!

Up and over the plate like a tasty meatball, that was.