I have to say, the period mostly in May, but dipping into April and June, was really the defining part of this season. The Mets were fielding supremely punchless lineups — their most productive hitters were their two catchers and for a time they were in the lineup together, with James McCann staffing first base for the first time in his career. Night after night, they were tallying three to five hits, and it seemed to take an extraordinary effort just to pull that off. Yet they were hanging on to first, treading water, even winning games on the road, with outstanding starting pitching on most nights, and superlative defensive commitments. Fargas and Khalil Lee and even Cameron Maybin were producing absolutely zero with the bats, but desperately trying to justify their existence with their gloves and arms. And if they could manage to get to the ninth with one run on three hits, there was a good chance that was good enough to find themselves tied against a stacked Atlanta lineup, with a chance to steal the game at the end, with backup infielders like Guillorme or Peraza the ones they were counting on for a big hit. It's hard to think of less sustainable model, but it was a fascinating show for a few weeks in late spring and early summer. [media=youtube]UwsfuoZJlgo[/media]