While this is pretty much an entire Mets blog, I’d be well remised not to talk about the 2017 World Series. As someone who isn’t just a Met’s fan, but a baseball fan in general, I’ve had the privilege to watch both the Dodgers and the Astros play some amazing baseball this season.
When Curtis Granderson got traded to the Dodgers I was torn apart. Curtis was one of my favorite players on the Mets even if he wasn’t hitting as well as he had been the previous season. He’s just a genuinely good human being and represented the Mets unlike any other. That being said, I was upset to see him go, especially to the Dodgers where the dreaded Chase Utley played. But on the other hand, I considered that maybe he’d finally be able to win a World Series ring. Now make no bones about it, I don’t like the Dodgers. It’s not just Utley, I just have this weird personal vendetta against the team as a whole. I don’t care for Dave Roberts and I find Clayton Kershaw to be a bit of a cry baby. But, that’s neither here nor there. I was ready to put all that hatred aside if it meant I got to see Curtis Granderson at the plate during another World Series and finally win a ring. But when the rosters were announced I noticed someone’s name was missing. It was Grandersons. A returning Corey Seager would be taking his spot. I understood the reasoning behind it. Granderson was cold throughout the entire post season and Seager was the reigning Rookie of the Year at the time. But at that point I realized I had to root for the Astros. Even though Granderson would still get a ring if the Dodgers won, it wasn’t the same. I was upset that the Mets traded him away and he didn’t even get to play during the fall classic, for what may have been the last time depending on where his career goes next season.
Like many, I predicted the Astros going to the World Series sometime in June. I would follow the teams games because of my fantasy baseball team and just out of pure interest in seeing such a talented team tear it up on the field. I wouldn’t consider myself a fan, but a casual observer who was rooting for them. (If it had come down to Astros vs Indians though, I’d be rooting for Cleveland because of Jay Bruce….reoccurring theme about former Mets here). But once it came down to the Astros against the evil, demonic, good for nothing New York Yankees…all bets were off. I was ready to become an honorary Astros fan for the post season. It all made sense. I hated the Yankees, as most Mets fans do. And I was upset with the Dodgers because of Granderson. So naturally rooting for the Astros made sense. And after a crazy ALCS against the evil Yankees, I was ready to wear a cowboy hat and wag an orange towel around in the air, for I was now an Astro-naut (do their fan base have a cool fandom name?).
So, fast forward to the World Series. I’m at work and I’ve got my phone sitting on a counter streaming the game and casually checking it throughout the remainder of my shift. I see the lead off home run by Chris Taylor and I’m ready to just give up. I’m cursing under my breath, stomping around and talking about how much I hate Kershaw to my coworker who doesn’t give a damn about baseball (this may sound like an overreaction but you have to realize I’m a Mets fan. I try to be a positive Mets fan, but I’m a Mets fan. So being a pessimist comes naturally). By the time I got home it was about the 3rd inning. And as I was getting settled in I saw the game tying home run in the 4th by Bregman. And at this point I’m cursing at Kershaw through the TV, I’m saying that we’re (because being a fan for all of 6 days means I’m part of them now) gonna sweep the Dodgers and all this other nonsense. And then the 6th inning came and former Met, Justin Turner (who I don’t have any emotional attachment to because I don’t consider this Justin Turner the same person who played on the Mets) hits a 2 run homer. I’m once again miffed. But, I calmed down, had some water, took some deep breaths and said “there’s still time”. —
And what a Game 2 it was. Thankfully I didn’t have work for that game, so I got to watch the entire game in the comfort of my bedroom. So much happened in that game that I won’t go crazy into the details, but basically by the 9th inning I was ready to accept the fact that they were going to head to Houston down 2 games to 0 as Jansen was pitching and no one else was going to be lucky enough to score off of him. BUT BOY WAS I WRONG. A game tying home run by Gonzalez and I was pumped up again. I was ready to go. Then they head to the bottom of the 9th and the Dodgers can’t score so it’s extra innings and boy oh boy do I love extra innings. Astros score 2 more in the top of the 10th and I’m very confident that they’ve got this game in the bag. It’s over, pack it up, heading to Houston tied a game a piece. But…then Giles came out to try and save the game. Now, I don’t know Ken Giles personally, I’m sure he’s a good man. Probably goes to church every Sunday, never says a swear word, ya know, good men stuff. But man oh man was he a piece of garbage in the World Series. He gave the 2 runs right back to the Dodgers and I finally realized there was a worse closer than Familia. But, thank the Baseball Gods that the Astros were able to score another 2 runs in the top of the 11th and then were finally able to shut the door on the game with a 7 to 6 lead. For a team that I had only just become a fan of, I was very, very, very into this series. I suppose the hatred of another team can do that to a person. Side note; Justin Verlander didn’t get the win, but that man is an absolute God. No question about it.
Okay, so game 3, back in Houston. I’m really not interested in covering every single thing that happened in each game. So, I’m going to give my reaction inning by inning in one or two sentences. Okay? Alright here we go.
Inning 1: Alright. So far so good.
Inning 2: Darvish is getting his tits lit up. Oh damn now he’s gone.
Inning 3: Dang. Seager is good even when he’s grounding out.
Inning 4: Good. Good. Good.
Inning 5: Evan Gattis is the manliest man I’ve ever seen in my entire life.
Inning 6: Puig is the most lovable obnoxious ball player I’ve ever seen. But ok now I’m a little worried, McCullers is starting to unwind.
Inning 7-9: OH MY GOD BRAD PEACOCK IS A REAL LIFE SUPERHERO.
Post game: Okay time to see Keith talk smart.
Inning 1 – 5: Finally, a great pitching match up.
Inning 6: George Springer is never going to stop hitting home runs.
Inning 7: Bellinger remembered how to hit. Dang. More extra innings?
Inning 8: Oh God. Ken Giles is getting loose…please lord help us.
Inning 9: Ken Giles is the type of guy who gives out apples on Halloween. I hate you Ken Giles.
Post game: So much for the Astros winning it in Houston. Time for Keith talk.
Game 5: Pre game: Kershaw and Keuchel? Okay. Maybe we’ll have another good pitchers duel.
Inning 1: Well. There goes that hope.
Inning 2 and 3: Why is Kershaw so good? It’s not even fair.
Inning 4: Bye Dallas. OH MY GOD GURRIEL IS STILL NOT COMPLETELY FORGIVEN BUT THAT WAS COOL!
Inning 5: Bellinger is now a baseball hitting machine, what is happening? Bye Kershaw and BYE BASEBALL! Altuve is unbelievable.
Inning 6: Keep it tied. Okay that’s good.
Inning 7: Bellinger…you bastard. Correa and Altuve, the gruesome twosome.
Inning 8: Kyle’s brother, I hate you, I want Granderson. McCann is like a little less manly version of Gattis.
Inning 9: Puig is so lovable but I hate him. Back to extra innings. *takes an advil*
Inning 10: Jansen is now a mortal man. Fisher can run. Bregman can hit.
Post game: Keith is probably gonna complain about more extra innings or be napping.
Inning 1: Verlander and Rich Hill are going to make this a great pitchers duel. I can feel it.
Inning 2: They’re proving me right. This is good.
Inning 3: Springer is also proving me right, he will never not hit a home run again.
Inning 4: Still being proved right.
Inning 5: Wow, even through my hatred for the Dodgers I feel terrible for Rich Hill. Also, missed opportunity by the Astros.
Inning 6: Why does this keep happening? Is the 6th inning cursed?
Inning 7: It’s still a one run gam— 2 run game.
Inning 8: Jansen is human. They’ll get to him in the 9th.
Inning 9: Proved wrong.
Post game: At least there’s going to be a Game 7. Keith probably just wants to go home and hangout with his cats.
Game 7. Okay. I’ll talk about Game 7. Bellinger really hurt Darvish with that error, got him off to a bad, bad start. I like Yu Darvish and was hoping to see him get a chance to redeem himself (but ultimately wanted his team to blow it of course). The tip of the hat by Gurriel was nice to see and I appreciated the sportsmanship. By the top of the 2nd though it was evident that Darvish didn’t have his stuff and Springer made him pay with a 2 run homer. Small appearance by Morrow but then it was on to Kershaw to keep the lead at 5-0. Kershaw did that well, as anyone would expect him to. Throughout the game though, McCullers was pitching like an angry kid playing MLB the show – just pelting batters. But he somehow managed to keep the Dodgers scoreless which was impressive but nonetheless he was out early and it was officially a bullpen game (featuring some starters. So maybe not really a bullpen game. I don’t know. Game 7s are weird). Entire was finally able to score off Charlie Morton in the 6th but it was still a 4 run game and the Dodgers left more men on base which was a reoccurring theme of the night. Both teams held the other ones scoreless through the rest of the game. Dodgers did what they had to do to keep the game at 5 runs, but their offense did nothing to help the excellent Bullpen pitching. Charlie Morton was able to finish the game and lead Houston to their first ever World Series title. Overall, it wasn’t the Game 7 we got last year from Chicago and Cleveland, but the series itself was more impressive than anything I can remember seeing in recent memory.
Post game: Great to see Carlos Beltran get a ring finally. George Springer not only broke his slump, he won the World Series MVP. Bregman got put over a lot by the FOX analysts, and he deserves it. His offense AND his defense saved this series a few times. The post game goes on for a long time, Keith totally wants to go home and sleep at this point.
So, I know this post was a lot of rambling but this World Series was too crazy for me not to write about and I didn’t put much thought into it. I love baseball. I love World Series Game 7s. I’m ready for next season, but I’m ready to write about more baseball. See you ‘all’ very soon!