In the biggest game of his life, Mets starter John Maine delivered.
After a shaky first inning in which he allowed two hits and hit a batter to load the bases, Maine did to the Cardinals what Chuck D does to corny MCs: He shut ‘em down. Typing this in the bottom of the eighth, you have to figure that he’d be the player of the game. (update 10:16 p.m.: Yup.)
At least the Cardinals made it interesting in the ninth. So Taguchi, you rascal, you.
Other pointed observations:
- Maine’s Cardinals counterpart, Chris Carpenter, had a good outing, at least statistically speaking: Two runs on seven hits in six innings pitched with four strikeouts on only 76 pitches. But watching him pitch, he didn’t look like he was comfortable on the mound. He also didn’t seem to have brought his Uncle Charlie with him. Perhaps it was part of the game plan, but during the first two innings, Carpenter threw what seemed like 95 percent fastballs. After getting Carlos Delgado to fly out in the first inning on his first curveball (his 11th pitch), he threw it only sporadically until the sixth, when it seemed he had gotten the handle on it. By then, it was too late.
- The bottom of the seventh turned out to be the defining inning. After Michael Tucker singled with two outs, it seemed fairly obvious that he was going to attempt a steal. A pitchout was called, but Yadier Molina airmailed the throw. David Eckstein’s diving play to keep Jose Reyes’ single in the infield temporarily saved a run, but inexplicably (at least to me), no one covered when Reyes took off for second. Why would you let another potential insurance runner get into scoring position like that?
- Speaking of Molina airmailing throws, Reyes’ first stolen base attempt provided a bit of levity in the third inning. Molina’s throw was high and got by Belliard, who ended up falling on top of Reyes. Replays showed that Belliard purposely landed on Reyes to keep him from advancing to third. No one in the Fox booth mentioned it, but it was as obvious as it was comical.
- Albert Pujols fell into his old habit of chasing offspeed stuff low and away, striking out on such a pitch in the fifth. He did manage a single on another such a pitch in the eighth. The first couple seasons of his career, offspeed stuff low and away was the lone hole in his swing, one that he eventually learned to close. But when he’s swinging at that stuff now, you know he’s pressing.
- Scott Rolen may be on a game-to-game basis when it comes to starting. After leaving the bases loaded in the first and grounding into a double play to end the sixth, his double in the ninth may have bought him one more start. He looks helpless when swinging at anything above the knees. I’d hate to see him become a really expensive defensive replacement.
- Willie Randolph opting to use Guillermo Mota instead of Pedro Feliciano to face a pinch-hitting Chris Duncan in the seventh seemed to be a TLR-esque calculated risk. After Duncan was the top of the order in Eckstein, Scott Spiezio (who sports a .251/.363/.555 line vs. RHP) and Pujols. Had Duncan gotten on, Mota still would have had more or less favorable matchups, which were rendered moot when Duncan grounded into a double play.
And finally, it seemed like the fans at Shea Stadium came correct, in full effect with all their hoes in check. On virtually every two-strike count, no matter how many outs, no matter the inning, they were on their feet screaming.
That said, there also was a very vocal and very stupid contingent of fans in attendance. The first six batters that came to the plate in the bottom of the first were met with mad boos. I can understand booing Pujols, and Eckstein might be marginally booable, too, but why Juan Encarnacion and Rolen too? Those guys have done jack squat this series. It seemed like a subset of fans felt the need to uphold the stereotype of jerkweed New York sports fans. In one of the few non-game camera shots that didn’t show Jose Reyes in the dugout, I caught a glimpse of one fan’s T-shirt, which read: “Cardinals fans take it in the Pujols.” Gee, I’d never heard that one before… you come up with that on your own, chief?
Whatever. All that matters is that we didn’t close out the NLCS early. Thursday we face Darren Oliver Perez. Let’s go get ‘em, boys.