Well, it was all set up…I guess, being a Met fan, I wouldn’t have it any other way…
John Maine, rookie pitcher who wasn’t even in the majors last year, is pitching a game six against the superb, Cy Young Award winner, Chris Carpenter. Win or go home…well, actually they were already home, but you know what I mean. Maine, ptiches the game of his life, holding the Cards down to 2 hits and no runs over 5 1/3 innings. He loaded the bases in the top of the 1st and got out of it, only to get stronger and stronger.
The Mets score 4 in the game, Wagner gave up two runs in the ninth, giving them the 4-2 victory over the Cards, forcing a game seven.
In sports there is nothing better than a game 7. One team moves on and for the other — elimination.
I have tickets and can’t wait to go. The Mets are home. It looks good. You know the crowd is going to be unbelievably loud. Just one problem — a recurring one — Starting pitching.
Oliver Perez, another new guy with maybe 2 seasons in the majors, set to start game 7. No pressure, only the biggest game of your life. :)
He pitched so well it gave you hope that the Mets would eventually pull it out — break the tie and go on to the World Series.
Once Endy Chavez robs Rolen of an absoulte, no doubt, home run and then doubles off Edmonds who was around 2nd on the play, you figure it’s definite — they’re going to win this game….the momentum has shifted for good! That catch, by the way, was the
best catch I have ever seen. He was so high up there, it was incredible. He’s a mere 6′ tall and got his elbow up over the top of the wall. Endy has crazy mad hops!
Well, they load the bases with one out in the bottom half of the inning and the M-E-T-S come away with nothing. That was a killer. You have to get at least one run in that situation. OK, you’re still onboard with the win…it has to happen, right?
Well, Heilman gives up a single, followed up by a HR from the light hitting Yadier Molina…
Yup…a .216 batter during the regular season but a .316 hitter in the post season.
OK…so the air had been sucked out of the stadium. It looked to be over as they were going to bring in Wainwright and he’s been lights out — but not at Shea, yet.
Valentin & Chavez get back-to-back singles and the place gets wicked loud. It definitely affected Wainwright. Floyd pinch hits for Heilman…No outs. It was all set up…It was storybook like. Kirk Gibson-esque…Floyd’s all ‘gimped up’ — he’d have to hit a homer to make it around the bases, right?
Well, he struck out — looking.
Reyes smacks a ball to center — hit it right on the button but it’s caught.
Paulie LoDuca walks, loading the bases with two outs. Who’s coming up to bat? Your man…One of your horses…Carlos Beltran. Who else would you rather come up in that situation? Maybe Delgado, but that’s about it.
Bases loaded, 2 outs, bottom of the ninth, game 7.
Beltran takes a called strike 3…
Ugh….rough, rough ending.
It was, by far, the loudest game I had ever attended. Even louder than the first game of the NLDS and WAY louder than the NL East clinch game. I could only imagine what a World Series game there would have been like….but I guess that’s what I’ll have to do — Imagine.
- Jeff