It seemed painfully obvious to me that the Mets were no-hit for five innings because they didn’t get to take early batting practice. And perhaps they didn’t get to take it because of the extra three minutes they were forced to wait on Sunday when Freddy Garcia strolled through the outfield.
See Robinson Cano, I can invent theories too.
Or perhaps they were distracted by the name “Rubby“, which at first glance looks like the nickname of a prophylactic achievement award, yet sounds like Ruby, as in the gem he pitched like for five innings.
But then the sixth came, where the jet lag subsided and Rubby was subsequently, er … rubbied out. The sixth inning that featured RBI’s from Carlos Beltran, Angel Pagan, and Daniel Murphy was like the Macy’s Fireworks show compared to the first five, which was more like Vince Coleman with a bottle rocket in the parking lot on a windy day. Past Met teams would have laid down like dogs against a pitcher like Rubby De La Rosa. This Met team laid down like dogs against him, but only for the first five. And that was the jet lag … or the lack of batting practice … or the energy expended putting Terry Collins’ arm back into place after he was caught alone in his office practicing the claw. Something like that. So there’s progress being made here, as evidenced by a 5-2 win after a long flight.
The progress shouldn’t stop here. In case you haven’t noticed, the Dodgers aren’t that good. And there’s no reason the Mets can’t take two of the next three (no reason except if the Mets become the Mets again). Especially if Lucas Duda keeps looking like John Olerud if John Olerud had swallowed Rico Brogna (you think Duda named his bat Fay Wray?), and Bobby Parnell dominates every night the way he did Monday night with his two stellar innings that featured the Dodgers lineup watching vapor trails that used to be fastballs.
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