CALLING ALL BATS, CALLING ALL BATS . . .
So I'll keep it brief. The bats need to show up. Reyes needs to show up. David Wright needs to show up. All season long, the Mets scored a lot of runs. Off good pitchers, off bad pitchers. They weren't hog-tied by bums like Jeff Weaver or Jeff Suppan or Jeff Kinney (!). Those are three Jeffs that shouldn't be dominating the Mets.
John Maine didn't pitch all that badly last week, considering the impossible strike zone, the same zone that left Carpenter struggling with his control. Heilman is very rested. Wagner (yeah, him) is well-rested. That's not what worries me. The Mets need to hit. Score some runs. Drive guys in. The Dynamic Duo needs to be . . . well, dynamic.
If they hit, they'll win. And then we can worry about the game 7 pitcher and all that fun stuff. Hell, if tonight's a blowout win, and the pen once again gets the night off, we could see 3+ innings from Heilman tomorrow night. Who knows. But tonight (or tomorrow if the rains come), the boys have to swing the lumber.
I remember 20 years ago feeling depressed when my team followed an offensive outburst with a frustrating 4-2 loss on the road. Coming home to face the other team's best pitcher. The best pitcher in the league. Well, we all know how that turned out.
As a matter of fact, while I'm hoping to repeat that outcome, I'm not sure I need quite that amount of drama. But I'll take it. Here's to Game 7.