This season is seriously dragging. The lost weekend in Atlanta did nothing except make me long for the return of Daniel Murphy – on defense.
The quickness, the agility, the intuition, the hands, the smarts.
Plus, he hits.
Murphy is due back from injury soon, the Mets say, and David Wright, who knows, but the parade of infield horrors in Atlanta only served to blot out some of the rallies and pitching of nearly half the season.
So much suffering for so many fans. Bad teams. Mediocre teams. Day after day.
Maybe it’s a sign of bad spring weather, or too much time on my hands, but I have been enjoying the Mets for nearly two months, pretty much ignoring the Yankees and all the other baseball on the other channels. Just the daily soap opera of one team.
But now it is getting very old. Eric Campbell watched a runner score before throwing to first. He looked the runner home! Dilson Herrera and Wilmer Flores failed to cover second on a steal. And Ruben Tejada regressed again.
In case you missed it, here were the absolute highlights of the past weekend, as emphasized by the Mets’ broadcasters, and who can blame them.
Friday: After the ominous sight of Jeurys Familia clutching his hamstring, the Mets said it was only muscle soreness.
Saturday: After the contact at home plate, Travis d’Arnaud’s elbow was not shattered, merely hyperextended.
Sunday: In the fifth inning, Wilmer Flores hit a single. This meant the Mets would not be no-hit again.
This was the good news. Monday’s good news is that the Mets are off. I can watch the United States in the Women’s World Cup in peace.
Maybe Daniel Murphy, now known as Leather, will be back soon. At least he is intense.
has filed an interview with, of all people, me.
It's on his blog. (Just past photo of rat!) My thanks for his interest. GV
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