Friday, 18 Jul 2008
It’s quite possible that Metsies’ fans are witnessing (and really just witnessed over the last month and a half) the evolution of Mike Pelfrey from an underachieving, overrated prospect into the bona fide ace the Mets thought they were drafting in the first round of the 2005 draft.
It doesn’t usually happen overnight with young pitchers, but something inside Pelfrey’s head clicked at the end of May. Sure, I’m a die-hard Mets’ fan , of course I’m going to be slurping this guy — but here are some stats that simply cannot be refuted by any baseball fan:
- Pelfrey’s won his last 6 starts (4 of them on the road against the Yankees, Rockies, Cardinals, and Angels)
- He hasn’t lost since May 26th
- 2.26 ERA over his last 9 starts
- At least 5 strikeouts in 6 of his last 7 starts
- Pelfrey’s ERA was 5.33 on May 26th…it’s now 3.64
He’s pitching with the swagger an ace is supposed to pitch with, and it couldn’t come at a better time, with the other two right-handers in the rotation (Maine & Pedro) struggling.
Confidence is a funny thing, but as long as Big Pelf continues to believe in his stuff and himself, it looks like he’ll be tormenting hitters for years to come at Citi-Field, while providing one of the best 1-2 punches in all of baseball.
Assuming Pedro makes his scheduled start on Tuesday, Big Pelf should be tossing at Shea on Saturday — otherwise, if ‘Dro gets scratched, Johan will go on Tuesday against the Phillies, and Big Pelf will go on Friday night against the Cards. If you don’t have a GO BIG PELF shirt, it’s time to get one. I couldn’t have said it better myself:
GO…BIG…PELF.


Thank you Omar Minaya. Thank you Fred and Jeff Wilpon. It’s about freakin’ TIME!
I’m ashamed to call myself a Mets fan, not because of the pathetic baseball this team has played over the last year, but because my fellow Mets’ fans might be the dumbest fans in all of baseball.
NL Manager of the Year (NOT!!) Willie Randolph will be a “special guest” tomorrow when a new search engine is officially launched. We’re pretty sure the word “special” is meant to describe Willie’s retardation. Nevertheless, if you’re in NYC tomorrow and want to stop by and tell Willie how incredibly dumb he is without having to worry about getting kicked out of Shea Stadium, I suggest you check it out.
Just hours after the Willie’s-not-fired-yet Meeting, the Metsies took the field and kicked off an important seven-game home stand. Minutes later, Jose booted a routine ground-ball that ended up costing Big Pelf and the Mets two runs to start the game. I was sitting just a few rows off third-base and gave Jose some shit for the pathetic miscue, and then when he led off the bottom of the inning blasting-off to right, some fan a few seats away yelled at me, “hey buddy, you still gonna boo Jose NOW!?” He had a disgusted look on his face, like it was he who I was booing. I told him Jose cost us two runs in the first, and after another blast I’ll stop booing. A couple innings later, Jose blasted off again. Great. Now Jose thinks he’s a homerun-hitter for the next two months and’ll go 15 for his next 150. I know he hit two bombs, but what the Metsies need from Jose isn’t homers, it’s for him to focus during every pitch and stop playing the game with his head up his ass.