So Perez was sent to see one of the Mets team physicians and he underwent an MRI. The diagnosis was patella tendinitis in his right knee and Perez was heading to Florida to begin rehabilitation work.]]> http://www.lonestarmets.com/2010/06/07/mets-team-report-yahoo-sports/feed/ 0 http://www.lonestarmets.com/2008/09/30/power-outage/ http://www.lonestarmets.com/2008/09/30/power-outage/#comments Tue, 30 Sep 2008 19:06:13 +0000 Dan in Texas http://www.lonestarmets.com/?p=402 What an unfortunate, albeit fitting ending to the Mets 2008 season.

Which so much on the line this past weekend I opted to go into a “get in the bunker” mode. It’s simple. When the entire weekend will be filled with baseball, I go to the store and purchase everything I will need for the entire weekend; food, beer, smokes, whatever. My reason being, I want to focus entirely on baseball, cut off all communication with the outside world, and hope against hope, my team will prevail.

After a great Saturday, I noticed that MLB TV was running a “Mets Marathon” up until the following game on Saturday. After Johan went complete, I felt a renewed hope that the Mets would win the Wild Card that day or Monday in a playoff.

I watched a rebroadcast of Game 5 of the 1999 NLCS. I dearly loved that 99 team and would even say it was my favorite Mets team of all time. Ace Ventura, Johnny O, Fonzie, Rey-Rey, Rick Reed, Benny, Dennis Cook, Mahomes, Franco, Dotel, of course Piazza. That year I even made my peace with Orel Hershiser, the once hated Dodger. I’m not sure that he hated me, but sure hated him. Also, I’m sure “making peace” realistically doesn’t involve that person not knowing who you are or ends with me telling random people I no longer hold any ill will.

Anyway, I hadn’t watched it since the original game took place. Sure, I’ve seen the clip of the “Grandslam Single” about a million times, but I’ve never watched the events unfold as they did that night in 99 as I watched from my couch in Lubbock, Texas. Afterwards, all I kept repeating out loud to no one in particular, “Man that was fun!”

I also caught all the old Shea retrospectives, and felt myself warmed by the recollection of so many great memories. I was sure they wouldn’t let another last day of the season collapse again.

I won’t recap the game, I’m sure if you’re reading this, you know exactly what happened. Imagine, though if this happened to you:

As I sat and watched the Marlins take the lead, I still felt they could get two stinking runs. (Yes, I have been watching the games all season) As I waited for the Mets to take the field in the eighth, THE FREAKING POWER WENT OUT! That’s right, in the year 2008, during the most important game in of the entire season, I had no power. I’m sure that’s symbolic or whatever, but I was hoping I would at least have a fun story to tell, “…yeah, so the power goes out and I MISSED David Wright’s walkoff three-run homer, can you believe it?”

Unfortunately, I have no such amusing anecdote, nor was I able to enjoy Shea’s last bittersweet moment. MLB TV is not re-broadcasting the ceremony, so I have only read recaps.

It’s a strange feeling for the Mets season to end on the last day of the season, or at least suddenly as in the past three years. You ask yourself “who’s pitching?” only to be grimly self reminded, that no one in blue and orange is pitching. It’s even worse when you get shorted the last two innings. In an instant, the Mets were gone and so was Shea. No goodbye, just a dark apartment.

I knew the bullpen was shaky at best, a disaster at worst and that the offense wasn’t clicking, but hoped Shea had enough magic left in her for one more miracle. I guess she did her best.

Goodbye Shea Stadium. I’ll never forget you.

Jimmy McNulty: A lot of chatter from the hoppers in the Eastern on the wire about something’s going on with this Mets team. Christ, this crew that just two years ago owned the Eastern. Now they don’t have a pot to piss in. Doesn’t make sense.

Bunk Moreland: look at the arms, Jimmy…mmmhhhhm…Fuckin’ A.

Jimmy McNulty: They just don’t have the backing to come down on these things anymore. If front office could have got its shit together, we could have gotten a difference maker. As it stands now, don’t no one on this team have any idea what’s going on.

Bunk Moreland: Shhiiiittttttt Jimmy, Phillies gonna win this thing by seven games anyhow. Hell, Mets be lucky to finish third this shit keeps up.

Jimmy McNulty: Fucking chain of command. You know, you pull all these wins out against these mope teams and what? We bring up some no account hurler and make a little noise, it gooses the stats, but it’s not enough to make a difference and get out from under, not with the pounding we’re’ taking in the bullpen. But if we can make it look like one hump, say the Heilman, could get three outs without getting dogged…another winning streak? Shit, you’ll get some attention. All’s we gotta do is find a pattern.

Bunk Moreland: Nah ain’t gonna have no part a’ this shit, Jimmy. Man’s gotta live by a code. You can do this shit, but everybody know bullpen ain’t got no prayer anyway.

Jimmy McNulty: What the fuck can we do, Bunk? If we only were in the Western…