That’s the kind of game I’ve always liked the best. Excellent pitching, very little offensive activity, a real sense of tension and professionalism. Close for every second of the entire game. Big hitters stymied. Lesser players coming through. That was a real late ‘60s style game. Baseball was once reliably like this (look at the box scores for the 1969 World Series).
Come to think of it, the 2000 Series was a little like this. Just about every game was close for its whole length. Except that the 2000 Series feels, in memory, as if it were a struggle on the edge of a precipice, an effort to forestall an inevitable disaster. I know there was nothing inevitable about the 2000 series. We were a better team in 2000 than the Yankees were. But in retrospect, it seems to have been inevitable.
There was no sense of being on the edge last night. Not for us. The sense of inevitability was working in a different way. You saw what I saw in the faces of the Yankee players. They looked grim, unhappy, unable to shape their fates. We looked the way you should look when you’re 27-14 and you’ve just won a ballgame you were losing 5-1 with one out in the ninth inning.
The Mets looked as if they had won back New York. They’ll always have us crazy ones. But now there has been a sea change. We are in a new era of New York baseball.