Another heaping of horseshit tonight for the listless Yanks who saw Dillon Gee pitch the game of his life–allowing 1 run on 88 pitches in 8.1 innings (12 strikeouts, 0 walks)–as the Mets completed a 4-game sweep of the Yanks.
Final score: Mets 3, Yanks 1.
Not Doc Gooden, not Matt Harvey: Dillon Gee.
(Sleep well, Fellas.)
Frustration began before the game started, what with the last three nights still fresh in mind, and only increased after the Yanks stranded two base runners in each of the first couple of innings. Turns out that was their best chance of the night. But if we’re going to be philosophical about things–yes, that will help–here’s what said it all:
Mets have runners on first and second, top of the 8th, 2 out. Joba Chamberlain comes in to face John Buck. And Joba is throwing cheddar, 98 mph. He gets ahead of Buck and then bounces a curve ball in front of the plate. Austin Romine blocks the ball from going past him but it skips far enough away so that the runners advance. The force play is out. And so Buck hits a slow, measly little horseshit ground ball that hugs the third base line. And it doesn’t go foul. Just innocently rolls along as the runner from third scores.
Sometimes there’s nothing to do but take it.
Only 4 hits for the weak offense in pinstripes who have lost 5 straight. Nope, even with Youk and Tex back tomorrow this is not good news with the Red Sox coming to town this weekend.