No one really wants to relive this afternoon’s nightmare, so we’ll make this short and sweet.
I wouldn’t say Mike Pelfrey looked excellent in his first six innings, but he pitched well enough to allow the Mets to enter the bottom of the seventh inning with a 3-1 lead. Runs batted in from Paulino, Harris, and Pridie accounted for the three runs, all occurring in the top of the second inning.
To say the Mets had chances to score after the second inning would be a gross understatement. The Mets led off the 3rd, 4th, and 6th innings with singles, but failed to score in any one of them. Finally, in the top of the 7th Carlos Beltran belted a double with two outs, but Jason Bay failed to get the run home.
I don’t know about everyone else, but I was cursing this team out after almost every inning because I felt that three runs just would not be enough. Squandering those opportunities gave the Yankees hope for a comeback and they did just that in the bottom of the seventh inning.
Pelfrey started the inning, but after Gardner singled to center field (with the ball going right under Pelfrey’s glove), Pelfrey looked visibly rattled. Byrdak and Beato were already warming up in the bullpen, and when Pelf walked the next batter, Dickerson, MetsFan4Decades and I were calling for relief in the Real Dirty Dugout. However, Terry Collins left Pelfrey in the game to face Cervelli, who Pelfrey promptly nailed, loading up the bases.
One might think that the rattled Pelfrey, who had just walked and hit two batter in a row, following a lead-off single, may need to be relieved. But nay! Terry Collins thought otherwise, and left Pelfrey in the game to face bonafide Mets-killer Derek Jeter. In less-than-shocking fashion, Jeter tied up the ballgame with a clutch single to center field. Finally, Pelfrey was taken off the mount, at least two batters too late. However, the damage continued, as three Mets relievers allowed six more runs to cross the plate before the inning was over.
The Mets surrendered quietly in the 8th and 9th innings, losing the rubber-game of the series 9-3.
C’est la vie.