Normally, I refrain from posting on weekends, but as you can see, it's been a while. I got hella busy with work and managed to get sick for all but a couple of days of a two-week stretch, so the blog here fell pretty low on the priority list. That said...
Here we are, with the Mets having played pretty well for the past couple of weeks, polishing up a 6-4 road trip and not one, but two series wins against a winning Braves' team, yet they are again: 2 games under .500, which appears to be the team's permanent home in 2011.
That's just the way it is with the Mets of this era. They have flashes of brilliance, but things always revert back to mediocrity. The last two days have been a microcosm. After digging out of the hole and sitting at .500 for a day, and on the verge of sweeping the Braves, they hand it right back. And they don't just lose--no, that'd be to boring for this era of Metsdom. They lose on the combination of an error and a balk. Then, the bad taste of that lingers through Friday and they drop the home opener against the Angels, who should have been at a disadvantage after flying from end of the continent to the other.
Like I assume most Mets fans are, I'm just enjoying the season for what it is one game at a time. Even that's tough, because as long as they hang around on the fringes of contention (4 1/2 out of the wild card as I type this), the higher the likelihood the franchise continues in this purgatorial holding pattern instead of making some big moves one way or the other. Contending is awesome. Rebuilding is at least interesting. This limbo situation is just "meh."
Yes, there's still plenty of season left. Yes, it may not take 90 wins to make the playoffs. But until this team can stay over .500 for more than 24 hours, I'm forced to believe they simply are what they are: usually pretty good at some things, usually pretty bad at others, and almost perfectly mediocre over the long haul.