New York, NY – Look, I am getting sick and tired of filling in here while Management continues to go MIA in Jolly Olde England. (*Facebook Update!: They’re in Ireland now.) I am supposed to post a column tomorrow morning but we’ll see how that goes, as I am off to Game 4 at Shea Shack tonight with former MtM standout and once-in-a-blue-moon contributor Grote2DMax to hopefully watch the Mets put the Dodgers out of their collective misery. I sincerely doubt that I’ll be able to write much more tomorrow than what I am chucking up here right now.
The Mets and Cubs simply must win their respective games today and move on to the most lovable-loser-ing-est NLCS ever. It’s what God wants. Trust me. If we know one thing about the supreme being, it’s that he loves his mistakes–the platypus, Home Shopping Television, the McRib–the most. The Mets and Cubs certainly fall under that umbrella. It’s not imperative that they both win today, in fact I feel quite confident that the Mets could win a Game 5 in LA, but it should would offer a nice little respite for their respective frazzled fan bases, such as they are.
So tonight the Dodgers get their chance to Meet the Matz as in baby-faced rook, Steven Matz. Meanwhile Clayton Kershaw comes back on three days rest and 467 days shaving rest to try to send it back to the City of Angels. The other big matzo ball hanging out there is whether Chase Utley will play. One gets the sense that Don Mattingly is holding him for some possible emotional (positive or negative) chess move at some point. Guess we’ll see.
OK, that’s it for me. I need to go find a bottle of no-doze. These games have been going to long.