Lee, Halladay, Hamels, Oswalt.
That may be the best pitching staff I’ve ever seen.
Better than Gooden, Darling, Ojeda, Fernandez
Better than Seaver, Koosman, Gentry, and Ryan (at that point in time)
Probably better than Cuellar, Palmer, McNally, and Phoebus.
Possibly as good as Koufax, Drysdale, Osteen, and Podres.
We’re in trouble.
There are omens.
Think of it. Lee Oswalt, a pitcher who last pitched in Dallas, with the other two pitchers on the staff having names beginning with Ha.
That’s freaky. Seriously. And how freaky is it that we can’t even celebrate the fact that he didn’t go to the Yankees?
Mets fans are afraid. I’m not. Sometimes I remind myself of Mr. Bean. Virtually nothing upsets me. I’m always ready to enjoy my show, as long as I have my teddy bear and my sleeping cap.
Look at it this way. The pressures off. The Phillies can only do worse than what we expect. The Mets can only do better.
They’re awfully good, the Phillies. But they’re very old. And for once, we are not. I like watching young guys develop. I like hoping for the old guys on the other team to crack.
Nobody knows what will happen. Sandy Alderson admits that. We all know that. I love it like this.
We can’t count on a winning season of course. But we are at an interesting moment in the life of the Mets. It hardly gets more interesting. Am I going to go to Citi Field next year? You bet. It will be a year for the die-hards, a year for people who measure their lives by this stuff. People who aren’t interested in baseball unless the Mets win can stay home. Who needs them?
I’m not really afraid. I’m interested.