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1999 Project: Games 23-25

Click here for an intro/manifesto on The 1999 Project.

dusty2.jpgApril 30, 1999: Mets 7, Giants 2

Despite the early date, this series against the Giants was seen as important, as San Francisco was deemed a potential wild-card rival. The year before, the Giants had done the virtual opposite of what the Mets did: win four of their last five and force a wild card playoff game with the Cubs (which they lost).

For such grit and determination, Giants skipper Dusty Baker was lauded as a “players’ manager” by Mike Piazza, and someone who will “find a way to get [his players] to overachieve” by an Arizona assistant GM. “Similar comments are not heard about Bobby Valentine”, the Times noted tartly, while also insisting, “it’s important, for their confidence at least, for the Mets to make a strong showing against the Giants this weekend.”

In the first game, they didn’t make a strong showing so much as stand around while the Giants made a very weak one. New York capitalized on a disastrous first inning by future Met/Clemens scapegoat Shawn Estes, who ceded four runs in the frame–two of them scoring on a balk and a wild pitch. Both Baker and the always even tempered Jeff Kent screamed encouraging words at Estes during his rough inning, to no effect.

Allen Watson–recent inductee into Christ the King High School’s Sports Hall of Fame–pitched five solid innings, and the bullpen held the healthy lead it was given. Robin Ventura finished a triple short of the cycle.

May 1, 1999: Mets 9, Giants 4

Orel Hershiser played with danger throughout the game. He loaded the bases twice in six innings, walked four, hit a batter, and allowed a runner to advance on an errant pickoff move. But the offense came to his defense, particularly a grand slam by Brian McRae in the bottom of the sixth that put the game away for the Mets.

It took some craft for Hershiser to come away with a win. He loaded the bases in the bottom of the fourth by walking the opposing pitcher, but struck out Marvin Benard and got a groundout from Armando Rios to escape by the skin of his teeth. In the top of the sixth, he decided to pitch from the stretch with no one on base, and recorded his only 1-2-3 inning of the night.

Hershiser believed his W was as much a product of luck as guile. “I could easily be giving losing interviews, telling you why I was so bad,” he told the Daily News.

May 2, 1999: Mets 2, Giants 0

Masato Yoshii and Kirk Reuter matched up in an unlikely pitchers’ duel. Yoshii pitched six scoreless innings, and Reuter countered with seven of his own. There were only two extra base hits all game–both for the Giants, both stranded.

Yoshii was in desperate need of a solid start. Or a decent start. Or just a not-completely-horrible start. But with a move back to his original pitching motion, he regained his control and his confidence. The performance quieted (at least for one day) the calls for him to be replaced in the rotation by Allen Watson, or Octavio Dotel, or Jason Isringhausen, or an as-yet-acquired pitcher, or Anybody But Yoshii.

Yoshii delivered, but would not get a decision. The W went to Dennis Cook, who turned in two scoreless innings and earned his fifth relief win of the young season. Although the win probably should have been awarded to the winds that swirled around Shea.

Giants reliever John Johnstone easily retired the first two batters he faced in the bottom of the eighth. Then, Matt Franco knocked a pinch-hit single to bring Rickey Henderson to the plate. Henderson had a rough game, hitting into two double plays and committing an error that turned a single into a double.

But the baseball fates reversed themselves when Henderson hit a high fly ball that was jostled by the winds above the no-man’s land between the shortstop and the centerfielder (“When the ball gets above the stadium, it doesn’t end up where it started off”, Franco noted). Despite playing in a notoriously windy stadium of their own, the Giants seemed unprepared for this. The ball clanked off of shortstop Ramon Martinez’s glove, and the hustling Franco scored all the way from first. After a walk to Edgardo Alfonzo, John Olerud singled Henderson home to put the Mets up by two.

John Franco came on to save the game and put on a typical heart-stopping Franco-esque performance. He loaded the bases with one out on two singles and a walk, but induced a double play from Charlie Hayes to end the game and complete the sweep.

To the Victorino Goes the Spoils

Shane Victorino reaches first on an infield single

victorino.jpgHey man, we’re gonna win this game!

reyes2.jpgSays you.

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Yeah, I do says that. We’re the Phillies! We always come from behind.

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Yeah, because your starters give up like 9 runs every game.

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No, it’s because we’re gritty and gutty and grutty!

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Grutty?

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It’s grit and guts combined! That’s why we won the World Series!

reyes2.jpgI thought you won the World Series because you had a closer who didn’t blow a game all year, and our bullpen was a radioactive sinkhole.

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*pfft* You just don’t get it. Good pitching doesn’t win games. Guts does!

Ground ball to second base. Force out at first. Victorino caught in a rundown.

reyes2.jpgAlright, grit your way outta this one!

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Don’t mind if I do!

Victorino totally bodychecks Reyes.

reyes2.jpgWhoah, he can’t do that! That’s obstruction, right?

welke.jpgYeah, on you! Mr. Victorino, I humbly award you second base.

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Thank you, sir.
/trots down to second

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Lost Classics of the Stadium Riot Genre

The tweeting of JohnU alerted me to a blog post over at Mandatory Mustache which details a lost Mets-related punk rock classic from 1985 by a band called The Nightmares. I’m sorry it took me almost a month to discover it (the post debuted on April 14), but I’m glad I did, because it is awesome.

I’ll let the post speak for itself, but the gist is this: The Nightmares, a New York garage-y band, wrote a tune called “Baseball Altamont”, which detailed a riot that occurred in the Shea Stadium stands in 1984. They even had a record release party for the single in the Shea luxury suites, which is pretty friggin rad.

The song namechecks Keith Hernandez and Dr. K, and talks about “sitting up in the sky” in the cheap seats. I found that image particularly evocative, since I spent so much time in those cheap seats, which really did make you feel like you were 10,000 feet in the air. Especially if you sat in the very last section on either the left or right field side, hanging out over nothing. It was both exhilirating and terrifying. Oh, and you couldn’t see the game for nothin’.

I don’t have much info on The Nightmares, other than they were on Coyote, the same outfit that put out Yo La Tengo’s early stuff (fitting that they would share a label with another Met-inspired band). As you might imagine, a Google search yields a million other bands called The Nightmares who are clearly not this one. But the record sleeve shows them posing next to the historical marker in Hoboken where the first organized baseball game was (probably) played. Which is, again, pretty rad.

I also tried to look up some info on the riot in question. Not much luck, except for this remiscence about Opening Day at Shea by Eric Silverstadt, which appeared in The New York Times in 2004:

Twenty years to the day after the first pitch was thrown at Shea, I
returned for the home opener in 1984. Ron Darling was the starter, and again it was a beautiful, sunny afternoon. I slipped away from my job as an NBC page on ”Late Night With David Letterman,” expecting the Doc and Darryl Mets to bring life back to the ballpark. Although the 1984 team won 90 games, what happened that April afternoon could only happen in New York, and perhaps, only at Shea.

The Mets were losing, 10-0, to Pete Rose and the Expos in the seventh inning. Most fans had already bolted. This must have included some members of the New York Police Department because during the seventh-inning stretch, a riot broke out in the left-field bleachers. Tire irons, broken beer bottles, fists flying, bodies tumbling. The culprits? Passive Met and Expo fans? No. Ranger and Islander fanatics, still fighting a week after a brutal playoff series ended with an Islander overtime goal in the fifth and deciding game of the Patrick Division semifinals.

Not sure if this is the event which inspired the tune. Although if it is, ‘hockey Altamont’ doesn’t have quite the same ring.

In any case, give it a whirl and enjoy.