Boy, what a boring game. Tyler Anderson looked mid and hittable, the youngsters continued to hit as though our playoff window is 10 years away, and every single facet of the game felt like a Mets exhibition match against their homonymous AAA squad. They ran and we failed to stop them. They grounded and we failed to field the ball. And the worst part of it all is that I started asking my little screen to stop cutting back to the game because the conversation between Valentine and Gubi was far and away more interesting.
Okay, so I’m being a little hyperbolic. Luis Guillorme did make one play that was absolutely jaw-dropping.
And that is it.
That is the only positive thing I have to say.
Anderson’s start wasn’t the worst of the season, but it sure felt like it at times, with him allowing 10 baserunners in only 5 innings of work. Maybe context plays a role here since I never felt any tension; it just felt like we were getting battered by a better baseball team. The fact that the Mets were held to only 5 runs speaks to, astonishingly, good luck on my part as the postgame writer.
Heck, even the run we did score felt like a gift. Adell’s RBI single to drive in Moniak only barely eked into the outfield and it probably could have been stopped, but we take the very small consolations with the bad.
Speaking of small consolations, Jose Soriano pitches tomorrow. I don’t know about you guys, but I look forward to those when I’m forced to pay attention to mediocrity’s unholy incarnation.
