Seven Red

You may have noticed that there’s been no Mets blogging this year, despite the reappearance of the baseball links in April. That’s largely because there hasn’t been much to say outside of “Wow, they suck.” I could have chimed in on the surprise firing of Willie Randolph, but I decided to hold my fire and let Jerry be Jerry. That’s paid off. The Mets go into the All Star break having won nine straight, and only a late inning dinger by Pat Burrell in Philly today separates them from first place in the NL East. My old pals in the PA are sweating now like they haven’t all season, since the decision to shitcan Randolph seems to be paying dividends. Specifically, the Mets middle relief – my nemesis – has actually been pulling it off, and the bats are alive to boot. Yesterday, five separate relievers no-hit the hapless Rockies after Pedro went limping off again; tonight they didn’t have to, since Pelfrey went eight in a 7-0 wipe-out.  It’s odd. The Phillies got to 40 wins fast, and then limped along for the better part of a month trying to get 50. The Mets took a tortured and largely sub-.500 route to 40, but zipped to 50 in about a week and a half. At this time last week, they were at .500. Now they’re half a game out and actually looking like contenders. A few weeks ago, it seemed almost impossible that anyone from the NL East would pick up a wild card, the NL Central being fortified as all get out. Now, I’m not so sure. After last year’s epic collapse, it would take a 14 game lead to make me feeel secure that the Metropolitans will be extending the life of Shea Stadium into October, but some progress is good.

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