Don’t Panic!

Last night after being swept by the Phils, I was texting with Rob–who may no longer be my boyfriend, but is still my Mets buddy. "Sure, it’s frustrating," I texted. "But you can’t always win, and it’s too early to panic, and everything could change in our favor soon." 

"How can you be so optimistic?" He asked me. "Aren’t you pissed at all?"

Well, sure. It’s frustrating to watch a good team play far below its capabilities. I don’t fault the bullpen too much, because they’ve been stellar all year, and really it’s impossible not to experience a blip here and there. Okay, Schoeneweis is having a tough season, and yes, I wince with dread every time he jogs to the mound. But overall, what are you going to do? The bullpen’s going to screw up every so often. Ours less often than most. Such is baseball.

What’s most frustrating to me is seeing so many men stranded on base. What’d we get last night, 12 hits and 3 runs–all solo homers? That’s what gets to me the most. But you know what? It’s really not time to panic. Because baseball is not a day-to-day sport. It’s not even a series-to-series sport. It’s a game of averages.

Look at any .300 hitter. Some days he’s on fire, maybe hitting .400 for a couple weeks, but then he slumps for a bit, pulling a dismal .200. Well, there’s your .300, no?

Just keep in mind: Baseball does not change day by day. If we have to give up June due to injury, or whatever else may pop up? Fine. July, August, and September are right around the corner. Pedro’s coming back. Anything can happen.

Ours is not a .200 team. The law of averages says that everything will be okay. So, see? Not time to panic.

Besides, mark my words–if we sailed through this season scot free, easing into the postseason as everyone’s favorite? Well, clearly we’d have nowhere to go but downward. I’d be very nervous in that situation.

Willie’s post-game interviews may sound like rhetoric, but they’re true. The bumps will come–and the Mets will overcome.




One comment


    I read the post and instantly remembered reading this:

    During my 18 years I came to bat almost 10,000 times. I struck out about 1,700 times and walked maybe 1,800 times. You figure a ballplayer will average about 500 at bats a season. That means I played seven years without ever hitting the ball. ~Mickey Mantle, 1970

    Personally, I’m not panicking. It will pass. Sometimes you have to lose, to win. Let’s hope it starts tonight.

    Take care girly,



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