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1999 Project: Games 154-156

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Thumbnail image for vetstadiumseat.jpgSeptember 24, 1999: Phillies 3, Mets 2

After a damaging and occasionally embarrassing sweep in Atlanta, the Mets headed to Philadelphia. The Phillies had a miserable end to their year, going 4-24 in the month prior to this series. Just before the Mets took on the Braves, they’d taken two out of three from the Phillies at Shea. Curt Schilling and Scott Rolen were both shut down for the year, and the team had almost no other stars to speak of.

In other words, the Phillies should have been just what the doctor ordered.The Mets should have been able to right their ship with a series win against a lowly team and stop the whispers that they were doomed to choke away a playoff spot, just like last year’s team.

But that, they say, is why they play the games.

Despite venturing north, the Mets still seemed to have their heads in Atlanta. Several unnamed players suspected that Chipper Jones was tipped off to their pitch selection, thus explaining his four home runs in three games against the Mets. The fact that he was having a monster year, and hitting home runs against everyone, was not mentioned.

Bobby Valentine called Chipper’s ability to hit home runs off of his team “uncanny”, but neither he nor anyone else would go on record with the pitch-tipping accusations. It indicated the disturbing extent to which the Braves in general (and Chipper in particular) were in the Mets’ heads.

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1999 Project: Games 148-150

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September 17, 1999: Phillies 8, Mets 5

The Mets returned from their last West Coast trip of the year one game out of first, three games ahead in the wild card race, and a showdown in Atlanta looming on the horizon. Bobby Valentine and Steve Phillips got good news when co-owner Fred Wilpon assured them both they’d return in 2000. That prompted some rare praise for Valentine from the GM (and a partially sarcastic reaction by the manager, when told of said praise).

Before the Mets could challenge the Braves head-on, they had a brief series at Shea against the Phillies. This was their first meeting since the Mets completed a thrilling ninth inning comeback against Curt Schilling way back in May. At that time, the Phils still owned a respectable record, but injuries had taken their toll in the ensuing months. Prior to this series, the team shut down Schilling and third baseman Scott Rolen for the year. But the Mets swore they wouldn’t overlook the Phillies. “We know Philadelphia is going to be out for us,” John Franco told the Daily News.

It certainly looked that way in game one, when the Phils touched up Al Leiter for three first inning runs, tacked on two more in the fourth, and cruised the rest of the way. Philly did some inadvertent damage to the Mets’ most dangerous weapon, when Mike Piazza took a blow off his throwing hand from a Ron Gant foul tip and had to leave the game. The injury would plague him, on and off, for the rest of the year.

Todd Pratt took over in his absence and hit a two-run single in the ninth that made this game look closer than it really was. Rookie Randy Wolf baffled the Mets, striking out 11, thus beginning his inexplicable history of success against the team. “The Randy on the hill mowing down batters last night at Shea Stadium was named Wolf, not Johnson,” Frank Isola wrote in the News. “The Mets were never quite able to make that distinction.”

Also among the wounded: Shawon Dunston, who made a great diving catch in the fifth, but came down hard, suffered “mild whiplash”, and left the game once the inning was over.

Down in Atlanta, Chipper Jones hit a walkoff homer in the bottom of the tenth to give the Braves a 6-5 win over the Expos and expand their lead in the NL East to two games. The Reds lost in Pittsburgh to stay three back in the wild card race.

September 18, 1999: Mets 11, Phillies 1

Before the game, Valentine announced he would revert to a five-man rotation. Surprisingly, the odd man out was Octavio Dotel, who’d pitched brilliantly at times. But Valentine seemed wary of pitching him Atlanta, where he’d made his major league debut and was knocked around for six runs in less than five innings. Other than prevent Dotel from exacting revenge on the Braves, which he seemed anxious to do (“Believe it,” he told the Daily News), the move meant the Mets would throw three veterans in Atlanta: Leiter, Rick Reed, and Orel Hershiser.

99_ordonez_gs.pngOn the field, Masato Yoshii threw seven great innings, prompting chants of “Yoshii! Yoshii!” from the Shea crowd. The bats lulled to sleep by Randy Wolf came alive against Philly starter Mike Grace and the Philly bullpen, even without Piazza in the lineup.

Rey Ordonez had hit exactly one home run a year since hitting the bigs in 1996, each one coming in September. This game marked his annual long ball for 1999; amazingly, it came with the bases juiced (the picture to your right is provided as evidence that a Rey Ordonez grand slam actually happened). Darryl Hamilton hit a solo homer, scored three runs, and made a great diving catch to keep the Phils off the board.

Meanwhile in Atlanta, Greg Maddux pitched a typical Maddux-esque game against the Expos, going the distance and giving up no earned runs. But thanks to three Braves errors, Montreal scored four unearned runs, making him the hard luck loser. Thus, the Mets were back within a game of first place. The Reds won again to keep pace in the wild card hunt.

September 19, 1999: Mets 8, Phillies 6

The Mets took a 4-0 lead in the third, thanks to a three-run homer by John Olerud (which also allowed Edgardo Alfonzo to score his 117th run of the year, tying a club record set by Lance Johnson in 1996), followed immediately by a solo shot from Piazza. The catcher wasn’t entirely over the thumb injury he sustained in the first game against the Phils, but he wanted to get some at bats before the series in Atlanta.

Things were looking good, especially since Kenny Rogers kept the Phillies out of the hit column for the first four innings. But then he tweaked his troublesome hamstring yet again, and the wheels came off. He opened the fifth by giving up a hit, then a two-run homer to ex-Met Rico Brogna. After loading the bases with two outs, Rogers walked in a run, then gave up a two-RBI single to Bobby Abreu.

Rogers finally got the hook in favor of Dotel, whose first appearance out of the bullpen did not begin well. The rookie tried the fake-to-third-throw-to-first gambit, but only succeeded in getting called for a balk that brought a runner home from third and put Philly up 6-4. Valentine screamed at first base ump Bruce Froemming, but the umpire refused to ask for help from the rest of his crew, even when the manager stalked on the field and appealed to the other umpires in person.

Somehow, Valentine avoided getting thrown out of the game. More importantly, Dotel got the final out and pitched a scoreless sixth, which bought the Mets enough to time to claw back. Roger Cedeno led off the bottom of fifth with an infield single, stole second, and scored on an Olerud double. After a walk to Piazza, Robin Ventura hit his own infield single while Olerud scored the tying run all the way from second. Then with two out, Benny Agbayani reached on an error by Desi Relaford, which also allowed Piazza to score the go-ahead run.

Cedeno added a solo home run in the sixth to pad the Mets’ lead, and the bullpen worked around a few scares to maintain it. Turk Wendell gave up two singles to start the seventh, then was yanked in favor of Dennis Cook (though not before he tossed his glove into the stands in frustration, where a lucky young fan flagged this unusual souvenir).

Cook got the last two outs in the seventh and the first in the eighth, but then gave up a double to Jose Arias. Valentine turned to Armando Benitez for a five-out save, which he achieved while striking out three.

Despite missing slugger Brian Jordan (who was battling wrist injuries, and in danger of missing the postseason altogether), the Braves beat the Expos with little fuss, so the Mets would go to Atlanta one game back in the standings.

The win was also a nice birthday present for original Met broadcaster Bob
Murphy, who received cake and a “Happy Birthday” serenade from the Shea
crowd
before the game. “You always have to believe there’ll be another September like this,” he said. “Isn’t that what keeps us all so young?”

Mike Piazza described his feelings at the time, in words that will seem ironic to all Mets fans for a few dozen different reasons:

We have to go down there and enjoy it, No. 1, and not get caught up in the pressure. We have to play relaxed and feel like we’re the team to beat.

The Worst Is Yet to Come

I kept with yesterday’s Mets game, for reasons even I can’t understand. Perhaps I am drawn to failure, as the salmon is compelled to swim upstream, or Jeff Francoeur is compelled to swing at every pitch thrown his way.

I was in the car on the way to the mall when Ollie Perez had his gutless first inning shit show. I had no faith in Ollie to begin with; I was more interested to hear how the crowd would greet Pedro Martinez on his return. Warmly, as I expected. And early, since he got a turn at bat before even taking the mound.

And when Jerry Manuel made a terrible situation even worse by yanking Ollie mid-batter, I’d heard alls I could stand. As I parked the car, I made a point of turning to another station so I wouldn’t hear the game when I returned. No more Mets today, I said to myself. It ain’t worth the aggravation. Maybe they can mount a comeback, probably they can’t. And in either case, who effin’ cares?

My resolution lasted approximately 15 minutes. In true hopeless junkie fashion, I kept checking the game on my phone, and saw that the Mets dared to make it interesting, scoring four runs off of Pedro. It may have had something to do with the fact that I was at Queens Center, which is my most hated mall of all time, full of the rudest human beings on the planet. That place could turn Fred Rogers into Travis Bickle.

Ignoring my earlier impulses, I got home in time to see the last few innings, and as the Mets mounted a rally of sorts (aided by the Phillies’ less than capable gloves), it looked like they might be able to come back after all. First and second, nobody out, a run already in, a very shaky Brad Lidge on the mound who seemed primed for a total metldown, and Francoeur coming up, who’d been swinging the bat well (and often, as usual). It was at this point that my wife and I had this actual conversation.

WIFE: I can’t watch now.
ME: Why?
WIFE: ‘Cause it’s just too nerve wracking.
ME: But this game doesn’t mean anything. Maybe they pull off an awesome comeback, maybe they don’t. At least they made the Phillies sweat. It actually turned out to be a decent game, in a weird way. So what if they lose? What’s the worst that could happen?

tripleplay.jpgWell, that’s the worst that could happen, pretty much.

At this point, it’s easier to name the horrible ways to lose games that the Mets haven’t managed this year:

  • Sharp liner to center field lands in Angel Pagan’s pocket, winning run scores when he can’t dislodge it.
  • Omir Santos unable to tag out runner at the plate when he spontaneously combusts.
  • Something involving Angel Hernandez. That prick has not reared his ugly head in a Mets game this year, but trust me, he will before the season is over.
  • Attempting a squeeze play, Luis Castillo trips on the same ball he bunts and is therefore out. And also fractures both ankles.
  • Anderson Hernandez unable to turn a game-ending double play when he accidentally inhales a hot dog wrapper.
  • Gary Sheffield hits a walk-off homer, but is called out when he can’t run the bases because he’s been impaled by the shattered end of his broken bat.
  • Shane Victorino gets caught in a rundown and punches Daniel Murphy in the face. Umpires award him a three-run homer for some reason.
  • In his return to the lineup, David Wright fouls a pitch back, which caroms off the brick backstop and hits him in the head again. He now thinks he’s a roguish European baron.