Remember, these are kids - you need to start molding them into little Bryce Harpers and Mike Trouts NOW!
CG, 1 ER, 1 H, 0 BB, 12 SO (10-1, 2.20 ERA)
June 13, 2012
Photo by J. Meric/Getty Images
Best pitcher in baseball, y’all.
- How about every time y’all complain about that third base umpire’s blown call during Johan Santana’s no-hitter we take away a game-winning home run by Mark McGwire from 1997 to 2001?
- And admit that if Mike Matheny and Jose Oquendo were better at arguments, they would’ve thought to emphatically point at that chalkless notch in the third base line as clear evidence it was a fair ball, and would’ve thus gotten the umpire to change the call
- a la Cleon Jones,
- a New York Met.
Many Mets fans can agree that loving the Mets can be a lot like a bad relationship. For some, the events of the last few years felt like the last straw. Avoiding the park simply out of a feeling of betrayal from a franchise that wouldn’t resign one of our most beloved players in Jose Reyes and after squandering millions of dollars on a bad deal with a convicted felon.
We may never know how much the Mets knew about Madoff, but the whole affair left a bad taste in the mouth of some fans and questioning the baseball moves of the team seemed quaint as compared to the sick-to-your-stomach feeling that ownership might be involved in some very bad things.
Last night, I started to forgive and tried to forget. This season was not expected to yield much. A rebuilding year. A franchise coming out of the nuclear winter of financial ruin less devestated than worried they might be, but still battered. June 1st, a game out of first place, several games above five hundred than this late in some time.
And a miracle.
In some ways last night was almost as sweet as a World Series win, not quite, but so rare, for this team at least. Something the team has longed to achieve for 50 seasons. They’ve won two World Series championships. They never had a pitcher toss a no-hitter. You go through every game with the hope this might be the one. That’s a lot of games and a lot of longing. This was big. This was special.
Who knows what the rest of the season holds for this team, but something changed. This was a turning point for some people and allowed me to finally move on and enjoy it with the baggage a little less heavy.
Terry cried, I cried and I finally remembered what it was like to really truly fall in love with this team again.
New York Mets starting pitcher JOHAN SANTANA, after throwing the first no-hitter in the team’s 8,020-game history.
Athletes who put the fans first: awesome.
What I love about Johan is not just that he cares about the fans— he does, and that is indeed awesome— but that he cares about his teammates, mentors the young ones, openly cheers them on the field when he’s on the mound. As professional athletes go, Johan Santana is a class act. I was proud to have him wearing my laundry before last night, and I am proud to have him wearing my laundry today.
…is that anyone who signs Carlos Marmol and Kerry Wood’s paychecks is probably not someone who we should spend too much time listening to about who we should hire to run the whole country.
LOL. Also: TRUE.
It’s Vin Scully story time. And if that’s not enough to entice you to click, I’m not sure anything is.
|M:||I'm listening on my phone so your message came thru 5 seconds before the pitch. It was like happy news from the future. DUUUUUDAAAAA!!|
|Me:||HAAAHAA! That's hilarious/awesome.|
|M:||yeah, it was great. I was happy before Howie told me I should be.|
When not watching baseball, why not read about baseball? The New York Times lists some of their favorites. My choice: The Kid Who Only Hit Home Runs.
My dad’s book is on that list! Nearly as proud as I was when WP Kinsella called it the best baseball novel ever written.
No, YOU’RE crying after watching the Mariners fans at Safeco Field give Phillip Humber a standing ovation after he pitched a perfect game against their team.
I love this game so fucking much,
Building fake rollercoasters in an old ass copy of Rollercoaster Tycoon so I don’t fucking kill myself hooray
Tumblr is making me very happy that I’ve never sexted before.
But don’t worry. I have been raped. Once, sortof recently, and the other two times have been throughout the course of my teenaged to old lady life.
- if anyone comes looking for me, I tripped and fell into a bunch of Veronica Mars fic
I’m very happy.
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