Did We Make It? …Are We Back?

Did we? Make it, I mean? Yes I think so. We made it. Short days of gray concrete-sky Winter have come and (hopefully) gone, and it seems Spring is here. Baseball is the physical marker that helps me recognize when Spring has crept around the corner; the real-life metaphor for the changing of the seasons. That old baseball GM BART-something said it really well. Something about baseball breaking your heart.

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I haven’t written on this thing for a long time. Baseball broke my heart a few too many times last year and I sort of couldn’t muster enough creative interest in the game once the Metsies slid downward into the spinning wind-tunnel that seemed to toss them around in May. June? June was death. Literal, unadulterated jump-out-the-window death. I don’t remember any games from June last year but I do remember a sort of lumpy black fog suspended overhead, does that help?

But now we have a Brodie. I don’t think I knew what a Brodie was before last October, nor do I think I could explain what a Brodie would do for the Mets after finding out what a Brodie was. But now I am very excited to have a Brodie. We are the only team in baseball that has a Brodie, I believe. How many more times can I say Brodie?

What a Brodie has been mostly good for, it turns out, is changing the conversation. Sort of Don Draper-ish. Metsies in the Sandy era always seemed a tad out of touch or out of step with whatever was going on around baseball. It always seemed sort of murky and foggy as to where they were going or what they were doing. Now with a Brodie in our pocket, things seem sunny and golden-graham-y.

We are back, and looking pretty goddamn good.

Baseball Metaphor Time!

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7-6 win last night for the Metsies that had a weird harbinger of doom hanging over it; a grayish cloud that resembled Cespedes’ quad, then a potential Reds comeback. But it goes in as a win!

Are the Mets beginning a new “chapter” of the season? Or, an entirely new “novella”? Gary Cohen referenced this once, about how the season is not really made up of different chapters of a book but individual novellas that sometimes don’t have any relation to each other.

The novellas can be divided up in a myriad of ways – a winning or losing streak, an injury-epidemic that begins or ends, the trading away or acquisition of a new player, or sometimes leaving for a road trip.

For this Mets team, it seems they have suffered through something like this already, with the dividing line being the catcher injuries? Or the Atlanta series at home? Sometimes it’s hard to pinpoint the beginning of a new novella. Sometimes you don’t know you’re in a new novella until you’ve already been right in the middle of it. Perhaps they are already in the third novella of the season?

First being 11-1. Then the next being right up to that sloggy Sunday game against the Rockies.

Now a new one? We’ll see. It does feel different already, even from the past weekend. But it’s one game so who knows.

Baseball is so much a metaphor for life and the human existence, I can’t stand it! That’s why I love this sport. That and the dingers, and the first to third dashes.