In short: New York Mets sweep Chicago Cubs, advance to World Series.
It’s a good thing that I’ll mostly be offline throughout the next week, and if all goes really well, will basically miss the World Series.
It’s not that I hate the Mets, it’s just the fact that they’re the Mets; in the same division with the Braves, they’re supposed to suck, LOLMets, etc, etc… and seeing them storm their way through the playoffs and now into the World Series? Sure, there’s some jealousy, resentment, but there’s also a good bit of awe, disbelief, and wonder at the fact that the scary thing is that they’re exhibiting a lot of patterns and trends that typically go hand-in-hand with previous World Champions; all the pitching coming together to form these chains of dominance, Yoenis Cespedes has been playing out of his mind, since arriving in New York, in pursuit of both a ring as well as a huge fatty contract at season’s end.
And then there’s Daniel Murphy, whom probably nobody expected would go all Carlos Beltran on the playoffs this year; hitting home runs in six straight games at the time I’m writing this. Surely, nobody would have imagined the guy that once had no position or role on the team, to be the biggest contributor to the offense during this entire run, but that’s what sometimes happens when the slates are wiped clean, and players have a chance to do the biggest good when the stakes are the highest. Ironically, I’m sure this little offensive outburst isn’t necessarily going to result in a Carlos Beltran-like contract from anyone at season’s end, but it’s still a nice little story for those who are Mets and/or Daniel Murphy fans.
Did you know that one thing in common that lots of championship teams have in common are pitching rotations that miss a minimal number of starts? And the Mets fall into that same category, with the exception of seven fairly mediocre Dillon Gee starts, having the same five pitchers, Harvey, deGrom, Syndergaard, Niese and the ageless Bartolo Colon basically pitching every single game this season?
Yeah, all of this is gross, to me. The fact that we’re this close to having a baseball season where the Mets could potentially be the World Champions, is just a little bit nauseating.
Imagine what it’d be like, if I were still at my most maniacal baseball fandom; I’d probably be wanting to slit my wrists and be trying to make voodoo dolls of David Wright or something.
At the time I’m writing this, the Royals and Blue Jays have yet to settle up in the ALCS; it goes without saying that I’m most definitely pulling for the Royals, and actively hoping that they go all the way; it’s rare that baseball fans get a second chance, and that’s just what the Royals might get, if they can just put the Blue Jays away, and advance to the World Series.
But a Blue Jays and Mets World Series? Bleh.
Have one game in Las Vegas, and one game in Buffalo; the two cities intertwined between the two of them as current/former homes of their Triple-A affiliates that they basically fought over, and then maybe there would be some drama worth watching.
Regardless, I can’t help but have this sinking feeling in my gut that regardless of whomever comes out of the American League, personally, I’d have to give the edge to the Mets, because their pitching is just so locked in right now, and I’m having flashbacks to like the 2005 White Sox, where their starters just kept delivering shutout after shutout en route to the World championship, and the Mets are simply playing like a team of destiny that just might do the same. The old adage of baseball is that good pitching always prevails over good hitting, and the Mets just made it very literal, with their dismantling of the Cubs and their lineup of supposed great young hitters.
Like I said, I’m going to be offline pretty much all of next week, so hopefully the Royals finish off the Blue Jays, and go into the World Series, defy sabermetric-Moneyball convention further, and sweep the Mets and win it all. Barring that, hopefully the Mets get the job done quickly, while I can’t see it happen, and then the celebrations and pizazz over the World champion Mets begins is fading away by the time I get back.
