GALWAY CITY, IRELAND – Karma, as we suggested in Wednesday’s piece, had little to do with last night’s earth-quaking New York Mets win over the Brooklyn Dodgers of Los Angeles at Endy Chavez Ravine. No, it was much more. It was all about the hard work, elbow grease and luck of Irish Mets, St. Patrick and, well… us.
Skeptical? Uttering, “Pfft” under your breath (JG Clancy) at your cubicle or truck-stop? Then how do you explain the brilliant managing of Terrence Lawrence Collins, the Ruthian hitting of Daniel Patrick Murphy, the clutch hit off the bench from Kelly Seamus Johnson and the Seaver-esque pitching of Jacob deGromb – whose mother once returned from Ireland?! We know we don’t have to remind you that George Thomas Seaver is Irish. You already knew that. You did. A little bit.
Need proof? Watch this:
St. Patrick did his bit after we risked life, limb and a new marriage negotiating up a vertical spine of shale, falling rock and remarkably calm elderly Irish hikers, to ask of his assistance. And all that gave Collins and Murphy the grit to unite their clans and propel the Mets to a grand victory. You can’t – not for a second – say that Murph’s stolen base/3-*tater series and Collins’ passing-over Bartol O’Colon as the starter and/or closer were anything but the product of pure Irish luck… or leaving St. Patrick our Mr. Met hat?!
Put that in your peat pipe and smoke it, Dodgers! You got your comeuppance! Bring on the Schlubs!
P.s… How ’bout them Yankees?
*Taters are homers in baseball, derivatives of young Irish baseball players using potatoes for baseballs in the sandlots of Cork… where they first “Corked” bats.