I usually get all warm and mushy for the last game of the season. This year was weird. Typically, the baseball season ends on a Sunday, and I get all weepy and nostalgic the last weekend. Since the Mets’ season ended on a Wednesday, the last weekend didn’t hold the same feelings of sadness and longing as in previous years.
The Mets finished their season around 3:30 pm on Wednesday. Little did I know, that the last day of baseball had yet to begin.
The greatest thing about baseball are the different subthemes in each game. Every game has a story. This year, we had four stories to watch. The starring roles were to be played by: the Tampa Bay Rays and the New York Yankees; the Baltimore Orioles and the Boston Red Sox; the St. Louis Cardinals and the Houston Astros; and the Philadelphia Phillies and Atlanta Braves.
To say that this Mets fan had a vested interest in these games was an understatement. I have a thing for the Red Sox, as in the “enemy of the enemy is my friend,” etc etc. Although I have to say, I wouldn’t have minded them not making the playoffs; after all, they were pretty much anointed the World Series Champs with the signing of Carl Crawford in the offseason and trading for Adrian Gonzalez. I like the Orioles too; I had just spent a day at Camden Yards with a Yankee fan that we called the “Bird Bowl” (as the Blue Jays were their opponent), and she even chronicled that trip in this column (follow Amanda on Twitter @amandarykoff…she is a good Yankee fan and super cool).
I also happened to fall in love with Robert Andino that day…they have this great mid-inning entertainment clip called “Andino at the Movies,” where he regales us with movie reviews. Trust me, it’s comedy in its highest form.
Did I like the way the Yankees just laid down for the Rays? No. But I did like the Rays’ team (although they were eliminated from their amazing late-season run earlier today). I certainly would have liked them to make the Wild Card over the Red Sox, but I guess that’s because the Sox have become a more “moneyball” version of the Yanks (which I guess makes no sense, but I guess if you follow baseball, you get it).
I certainly wanted to see the Cardinals make the postseason over the Braves. Which meant a win by the Cards and a loss by the Braves.
There was something else eating at me too here. The fact that if the Sox and the Braves both lost their playoff bids, this would mean I wouldn’t have to hear about the Mets “choking” in September anymore. I mean, talk about losing their playoff bid on the last day of the season.
Yet, I couldn’t even script how Game 162 would end for these teams. I thought for sure we’d see some Game 163s going on. No, these teams decided to take care of business the traditional way: backs against the wall and no shortage of drama.
At the beginning of the day, I’d thought the only dramatic thing I’d be watching was whether Ryan Braun would go 3-for-4 and Jose Reyes’ bunt single in his only at-bat on Wednesday would be for naught. For Mets fans who wanted something cheer, we got it, and Braun was a non-entity. But hey, his team had already been decided to go to the playoffs, plus he’s almost as close to a lock for MVP if there ever was one.
On a night like this, I can thank goodness for MLB Network. This gave us the opportunity to keep tabs on all the results. Since it was technically the last game of the season, I didn’t realize just how glued to my TV I would be.
I guess the easiest game of the night was the Cardinals. They won, fair and square, and the only thing they had to do was wait for the Braves to win or lose. Braves win, they’d play the next day. Braves lose, Cards were going to play the Phillies in the NLDS.
The real drama occurred over the AL East though. It looked like the Yankees forgot they were trying to do their part in trying to eliminate their Boston rivals. Pretty soon though, Rays’ late inning heroics shined through, and they scored seven runs to tie the game up. I thought for sure the Yankees were throwing meatballs to the Rays to will them to win. Think what you want, but it was suspect they didn’t bring in their lights-out arms in the bullpen at this juncture. Then again, the Yankees really didn’t have anything to play for except make Boston suffer. I’d say they succeeded.
Then the unthinkable happened. It might not have been that outlandish, but seeing Jonathan Papelbon blow another late inning save wasn’t that story. It was the fact that Robert Andino is going to haunt Red Sox fans’ dreams (or nightmares). My friend @2131 and Beyond (an Orioles focused blogger) calls this night “The Curse of the Andino.” I hope he knows, I do plan to use that one.
I felt bad for friends like Sully, who is as die hard for Boston as they come. I also know how much they irk Yankees fans. But to me, the collapse was redemption for me, as a Mets fan, who has been the butt of so many jokes since 2007. Kranepool Society said “It gets better” to Red Sox fans, but I disagree. Things have gotten progressively worse for us Mets fans, but I can hope that since other teams have taken the pressure off, perhaps we can all move on.
Same for the Braves. I think most Mets fans dislike Chipper Jones, but respect the hell out of him. I know I do. Some folks were upset that they wouldn’t play in another postseason. Why, so they won’t make it out of the first round? I think the Cardinals are certainly more worthy, they worked very hard to get there.
The best part was watching the Rays game unfold. I said on Twitter that I was going to call it, that the Rays would win it right after the Red Sox lost.
And they did. Evan Longoria continued to build up his rep with a walk-off home run. I’d like to think they won that game on pure guts, but I’m pretty sure they were gifted that win.
But who cares? You might have been able to script these games the way we wanted to, or you might not have. The thing is, each team kept us guessing to the very end. Some people might argue that there is nothing more dramatic than a Game 163 or a Game 7 situation. I’d disagree. Game 162 2011 version was potentially one of the best nights of baseball I have ever witnessed in my many decades as a fan. I may recognize October heartbreak, I may not have seen my team win anything in recent years and be humiliated. That does not mean I have not seen the best that this game can give me.
This is my song for the 2011 season. The Mets may have not finished where I wanted them to…but I wouldn’t have wanted the season to finish any other way.
Nice piece (I’ve become accustomed to saying that as I read your work). You left out the “bridge summit”…LOL. But seriously, who other than Mets fans would show up for 162, on a Wednesday afternoon (an hour before the game, mind you), and wax poetic about the upcoming off season? It’s baseball, and no other sport brings people together the way baseball does. There are logical reasons for this, namely the 81 home games each year.
I’ll miss the Mets. Football fills some of the gap, but it’s not every day. Thankfully, there’s the whole hot stove thing. And I’d like nothing more than to reconvene the “Justice League of Flushing”, to use a Kranepool Society term, over the winter.