Edgy MD

The strange ethic permeating the game is that, when a pitcher is doing well, you strategize over how quickly you can get him out of there, and when a pitcher is doing poorly, you strategize over how long you keep him in.

Gosh, Joey pounds it home.

I just find it amazing that they just stole a winning decision right out of his pocket and he's supposed to be cool with that.

"Yoho? Soto." "Soto? Yoho."

Pulling Mizzy after four innings is just taunting the Mets.

Front-row Amy is in business.

I feel like I'm the one getting shelled. $51,875,000 this year to Soto, though

Fight! Fight! Fight!

For instance, today we have Luis Robert in center, AJ Ewing in right, and Carson Bengecicle riding pine — against a righty. METS Starting Pitcher Freddy Peralta (RHP): 5-8, 4.66 ERA, 104 SO Lineup A.J. Ewing (L) RF Juan Soto (L) LF Bo Bichette (R) 3B Francisco Lindor (S) SS Jorge Polanco (S) DH Jared Young (L) 1B Luis Robert Jr. (R) CF Brett Baty (L) 2B Francisco Alvarez (R) C MILWAUKEE Starting Pitcher Jacob Misiorowski (RHP): 10-4, 1.62 ERA, 167 SO Lineup Christian Yelich (L) DH Jackson Chourio (R) LF Brice Turang (L) 2B William Contreras (R) C Garrett Mitchell (L) CF Andrew Vaughn (R) 1B Jake Bauers (L) RF Cooper Pratt (R) SS Joey Baby Don't Get Crazy Ortiz (R) 3B

It seems to me to be a lot like Semien, in that they are both guys the Mets will find themselves forcing into the lineup, hoping they can get hot enough to trade. Except unlike Semien, he's only guaranteed $2 million next season, so it's not as long a shot.

I'm more scandalized by the name "Perry." Good God, people, it's 2026!

It's pretty great when a guy lasts long enough in baseball that, to the kids watching him at the end of his career, his name first name has become impossibly anachronistic.

OH! SUCH A HIJACK!

So, in the former situation, the runner on thoid scores 64.4% of time league-wide, vs. 46.7% of the time for the Mets. In the latter case, the runner scores 57.0% of the time (putting aside for the moment that a handful of those runs in the run column include the runner from first and/or the batter scoring, but the Mets plating him 57.1% of the time, despite the puny batting average.

I'm starting a new band called Coaches Who Played the Game.

If you remember the start of the dramatic season, Philadelphia had a minor scandal after telling Nick Castellanos not to report to spring training. Castellanos was growing into an embarrassment, having not only admitted to bringing beer into the dugout during the game, but openly questioning his managers and coaches because "they hadn't played the game" or "they haven't paid their dues" or the like. I largely consider this to be jock posturing, and there are certainly plenty of managers who have had long and more or less successful managerial careers despite no MLB playing experience (Manny Acta, Dave Bristol, Terry Collins) or scant MLB experience (Tommy Fucking Lasorda). But the two jocks in the booth (Darling and Hernandez) and the guy who likes to be liked by the jocks (Cohen) were giving some credence to (if not outright endorsing) the notion today, claiming that there are techniques for managing your body over the course of a season, and plays that you don't pick up — and presumably cannot therefore teach — except through the repetition of a 162 games at the top level. This was mostly directed at Tim Leiper — who in fairness, has had a pretty unimpressive (to the extent that a third base coach can impress) — debut season with the Mets, and to a lesser extent Carlos Mendoza (who they couldn't praise enough two weeks ago), as well as the other non-MLB-experienced coaches on the staff. Leiper had just failed to coach AJ Ewing into breaking for the plate when an infielder tried to freeze him up and then go for the double-play. I still think it's jock posturing. On the other hand, taking the small data set of the team at hand into account, it's not like this team has looked well coached.

Hey, we're a winning team! Lindor on base five times. Please bat him in front of Soto.

Ronny, on today's broadcast, just let out that Phil Mankowski, after hanging up the cleats, became the manager of Rusty's.

A five-run lead, despite 14 stranded children.

And Semien goes down chasing a pitch 18 inches out of the zone with the bags packed. The Mets may end up dealing a pitcher to the Phils before leaving town.

I'm more concerned for how aggressively the Mets go to that bullpen. Every spot in the lineup has at least one hit — and four with two or more — except Semien.

McLean gone after 93 pitches and the Phils quickly dent the scoreboard.

Close to all baseball players were listed as hunters in their bios, whether they did it regularly or not, and it tended to be more unusual for a mid-century young man from Louisiana to not be raised to hunt. Gingexpos of the time (using a lot of non-Expo shots here because in 1971 most players wore their hair short and hid it under their cap) included: Carl Morton Ron Fairly Gary Sutherland (possibly more strawberry blond) And maybe Bobby Wine kinda? Also backup catch John O'Donohue had some eyebrows that would make the Heat Miser proud.

Zach Crotchfelt is what keeps me going.