HEAD! PANTS! NOW!
This time, the Reds refuse to be beheaded easily.
Well the Metsies squeezed out* the win and the split today. I'd like to tell you that I never doubted them, but the truth is, I was ready to throw in the towel today and yesterday. I'm not a good fan. More on that in a moment.
But first, I have to say: Ramon Castro is a blogger's dream. His enormous head gives opportunity for Mike Myers-related gags, some with the Shrek moniker though I prefer my own homebrew "Head!" which I have amended to "sleepyHead!." When he is not taking dubious trips to the disabled list, Ramon spends his time "haulin' that gargantuan cranium around," supplying some occasional power that makes Brian Schneider's starts more headscratching than the original trade for him. Ramon's penchant for sleeping in and throwing the ball into centerfield are not as endearing.
Anyhow, while Argenis Reyes deserves some props, Jose Reyes made a tastey error sandwich with 4 hits and a groaner through the wickets, and Robinson "Caruso" Cancel played the hero, my star of the day is Head! because his home run in the third made me happy and I didn't know what was coming in the fourth, a disaster that I'll let the mlb describe:
Pelfrey allowed his second home run, to Encarnacion, after the Reds had scored twice in the fourth. Ken Griffey Jr. led off with an opposite-field double that left fielder Marlon Anderson lost in the sun. Phillips' ground-ball single to right might have been handled by a first baseman better equipped than Delgado.
Go to 1:37 of this video to unlock the secret history of Ramon Castro's best nickname.
Argh. There are troubling signs galore in this one, not to mention this entire series. I present them along with the bodily noises I made when they happened.
With the Mets threatening in the 5th after Pelfrey and Marlon Anderson's defense conspired to ralph the game lead right back to Schott's Soldiers, even HEAD couldn't get it done. Then Endy does what a fringe player does and lines into a pathetic double play.
In the 7th with the score knotted up again, I asked myself one tasteless question: would the Mets finally assassinate Lincoln? Tatis made it to first when a pretty good looking Lincoln curve ball got called a ball. With one out, the Mighty Head struck out. Followed by Chavez popping up the first goddamn pitch. Poor offseason planning=4th outfielders getting way too many at-bats.
Meanwhile, the Bad Reyes lets the easiest ball in the world go through the wickets in the 7th, signalling perhaps the return of Jerry's Kids, but then a friendly grounder turned double play helped the Mets get out of trouble.
Endy fails once more in the 9th with a man on 3rd and two outs after Beltran gets thrown out at third trying to steal.
*I have always been of the opinion that a past tense for squeeze, squoze, should be instituted.