MLB Division Series Round — The More Things Change…

What did we learn from the first-ever MLB Wild Card Round?

Well, we learned that whatever has cursed the Minnesota Twins over the last couple of decades is still going strong. Yeesh, I hope I never see this misbegotten franchise in the playoffs again (that is, unless somehow the Mets can draw them in the first round). The Twinkies have been getting swept in the postseason since baseball first went to divisions back in 1969, when Earl Weaver and the Robinson Boys started the postseason ritual of taking the Minnesota lunch money. Enough already!

And we learned that the tax that Cubs fans will pay in return for their long-awaited World Series win back in 2016 is a steep one, and will likely extract extreme payments, in the form of emotional pain, from their fans for generations to come.

And, as impossible as this may seem, we learned that the Cincinnati Reds may have actually been a worse hitting team than their .212 regular season average indicated heading into the playoffs.

Now baseball fans can shift focus back to a playoff format we recognize, the best-of-five Division Series showdowns. Baseball will continue to pare down this postseason field of 16 teams into a more manageable number of combatants, as the four series move to neutral sites.

The problem is, it’s not just the format that’s more recognizable. We also have some familiar franchise names emerging as the prohibitive favorites, and from the lens through which SportsAttic views hardball, that is not good news.

Like a beaten and bloodied serial killer in some straight-to-cable horror movie, the Houston Astros have advanced, and the convicted cheaters may actually be gaining strength as the playoffs hit their stride. Looking equally formidable, the Evil Empire from the Bronx is now mostly healthy and head into their showdown with Tampa with a rested Gerrit Cole ready to give them two starts.

In the Senior Circuit, the Dodgers made the Brewers look like a bye-week vacation in advancing to the NLDS, and it is hard to imagine any club taking them down before what appears to be a predestined date in the 2020 World Series.

Could we really be subjected to these same, hated franchises (and their entitled, obnoxious fans) making up MLB’s Final Four? Well, that is why they play the games, but it sure does feel like the pre-Corona favorites from the first spring training, way back in February, are primed to make the League Championship Series a rerun of seasons past, devoid of fresh faces or new storylines.

Can anything get in the way of such inevitability? SportsAttic is here, fresh off our prescient call of the Marlins taking a broom to the Cubs (you didn’t think we’d miss the chance to blow our own horn over that call, did you?), to handicap the ALDS and NLDS and preview who you should expect to see advance deeper into October baseball. Here we go!

AMERICAN LEAGUE DIVISION SERIES

Yankees over Rays — Shit. No matter how I try to cut this, I just don’t see the Rays advancing. Everything clicked at the plate for the Yankees in their series against the Indians, and when the Bombers bats heat up, things get ugly for their opposition. And Cleveland has better pitching than Tampa! No team benefits more from the extra travel days than the Bombers, who now can come back with Cole in the opener, and have him available a second time, should the series advance the full five games. It won’t, because the Yankees will take the scrappy Rays out in four (we will give Tampa a meaningless win in Game 3 to avoid the sweep). The only way we can envision the Rays avoiding such a fate would be if they follow through on all their tough talk and engage Cole in a beanball war early in Game 1. Maybe the Yankee ace gets tossed and suspended, and Aaron Judge and a few other Yankees starters get injured in the scrum? Otherwise the Rays have no discernible advantages. This will be so one-sided that even Gary Sanchez will participate in what will become a nonstop Home Run Derby loop for the Evil Empire. Yanks in four.

Astros over A’s — Double-shit. This series will be closer, but ultimately the A’s will fall victim to the same storyline as the Rays, with the favored, more talented (and despised) franchise, who was only so-so during the truncated regular season, sending home the no-name division winners. Look for two wins from Zack Greinke, including one in the decisive Game 5, as all the usual suspects — Altuve, Springer, Bregman (do we need to go on?) — remind us that while they may have known what pitches were coming during their playoff runs of the last few years, they still have a shitload of talent up and down their batting order. Not having Matt Chapman will really hurt the A’s, who will miss both his defense and offense, not to mention his leadership. And while they possess the superior pen, Oakland won’t be able to utilize it enough while falling behind Greinke each time he takes the mound. And don’t think the Astros and their fans won’t appreciate the irony of celebrating another series win on the Dodgers’ home field. Astros in five.

NATIONAL LEAGUE DIVISION SERIES

Padres over Dodgers — This one should be a lot of fun. There has to be one unexpected guest in the Championship Series, doesn’t there? And as much as I’d like to ride the Miami bandwagon one more round, it says here it will be the other team from Southern California moving on in Texas this week. A baseball manager can cost his team a game or two over the course of a 162-game season (or even a 60-game season) and get away with it, especially if you have the talent the Dodgers do. But in a short series, where the talent differential is less extreme, and the games more pressure-filled, the misdeeds of a manager can prove to be the tie-breaker. Ladies and gentlemen, say hello once more to Los Angeles manager Dave Roberts. Can the Dodgers skipper really go home empty-handed again this year, despite having the most talented team, by far, in the National League? The Padres play loose, boast their own stable of talented players, and possess the superior manager in first-year leader Jayce Tingler. Prepare to watch the Dodgers tighten up as this one stays close through the first four games, only to have the wheels fall off the L.A. wagon in the finale as Fernando Tatis, Jr. announces he is ready for postseason primetime. Does anyone really feel confident putting their money on Clayton Kershaw to maintain the dominance he displayed against the Brewers a couple of days ago? Didn’t think so. San Diego moves on and exorcises over fifty years of demons in sending their neighbors to the north home for the winter. At least the Dodgers early exit will allow them to get a jump on their offseason manager search. Padres in five.

Braves over Marlins — This is the hardest series of the bunch to handicap. Are the Marlins really as good as they looked in taking out the Cubs? Were we all wrong in believing that the Braves didn’t have the pitching to advance in the postseason? Which team will benefit the most from the familiarity of meeting so often during the regular season? The Marlins won’t be able to sneak up on the Braves the way they did the Cubs, and you can be sure that the Braves won’t be caught by surprise by the young and talented Miami roster. Maybe if the Marlins steal Game One the way they did in Chicago, the demons of past playoff failures will tighten up the Braves enough that Miami never looks back? Yeah, maybe, but more likely the Braves offense, with no easy outs one to nine, proves too much for the Marlins and their young guns. Atlanta moves on in a competitive and entertaining series. Braves in four.

And there you have it, courtesy of the SportsAttic crystal ball.

American League Championship Series:

Yankees versus Astros in a rematch of last year’s ALCS.

National League Championship Series:

Braves versus Padres in a replay of the ’98 NLCS (spoiler alert — it will have the same outcome).

Play ball!

Go With The Young Guns — MLB Wild Card Round Preview

Okay baseball fans, here it is! What we’ve all been waiting for since July. Real baseball is about to begin.

No more seven-inning double-headers. Forget that ghost runner that shows up on second base once extra innings commence. Yeah, they’re still putting DH’s in the National League lineups, but you can’t have everything, can you?

We’re back to hardball, and with eight playoff series beginning tomorrow with a full Junior Circuit slate, we can really start paying attention again to our National Pastime.

SportsAttic has learned a lesson from our NBA prognostications (Utah Jazz as champs??? Ohmigosh…) and will only be selecting the winners one round at a time during the 2020 MLB Playoffs. And what better place to begin than with the round that defies all logic kicking things off during a year that continues to defy all logic — the first ever MLB Wild Card Round. Eight teams per league, best of three, ALL games contested in the home park of the higher seed.

While there will be no fans in attendance (only exception being family members of the home team), let’s not mistake that for the absence of a home field advantage. And we’re not just talking about cardboard cutouts or piped in crowd noise, either. Anyone who’s ever traveled for business knows the difference in how it feels to wake up in an unfamiliar hotel, sometimes in a different time zone, compared to the comforts of waking up in one’s own bed. There’s an edge for the team that doesn’t have to travel.

However, will that be enough? Nobody knows, since this format has never been done before. But it is safe to say that there will be more than a couple surprises coming our way as the playoffs get under way, and SportsAttic is here to give you a glimpse into how things are likely to unfold.

NATIONAL LEAGUE

  1. Dodgers vs 8. Brewers— Somebody had to be given the eighth seed in the N.L., and with a late assist from the Phillies and Giants, who both completely spit the bit in the season’s final week, we give you the sub-.500 Milwaukee Brewers traveling to L.A. for the Wild Card round. The Dodgers were heavy favorites to reach the World Series back in February, remained so at the restart in July, and did nothing to make us think otherwise over the last 60 games. They can pitch, hit, and are deep across the diamond with plenty of talented arms. Even Dave Roberts can’t mess this series up. It ends in two. DODGERS
  2. Braves vs 7. Reds — The Braves were never really challenged in what most expected to be a strong NL East. Their lineup is loaded with menacing bats, and they are clearly the stronger squad here. But this is a series where the Wild Card format casts question marks over the outcome. If Trevor Bauer steals Game 1 for Cincy, how tight do the Braves get as they remember their playoff implosion from a year ago. The upset call is tempting here, but the Braves are too strong. Look for Atlanta to pull it out in three behind the broad shoulders and hot bat of MVP candidate Freddie Freeman. BRAVES
  3. Cubs vs 6. Marlins — On paper this should be an easy call, right? Quick, name just one of the three starting pitchers Miami skipper Don Mattingly plans to throw out there in the Windy City this week (answer below, and for the record not one of them is older than 25). Didn’t think you could, and would it have been any easier if we asked you to name more than one Marlin position player? Despite the dearth of household names, the Marlins were the absolute worst matchup for the Cubs to draw in round one. Athletic, fearless, and playing with the house’s money, Miami heads to Chicago with nothing to lose, because nobody expected to see them in the postseason to begin with. The Cubs, on the other hand, have nothing but downside. A complete roster teardown looms should they fail to dismiss the upstart Marlins. This is the series where the home team will most suffer not having its fans in the seats, as the Wrigley faithful may have been able to rattle the upstart Marlins. Chicago’s rookie manager, David Ross, is finding out that managing a club is a whole lot harder than it looked from ESPN’s booth. Go with the young guns — and the sweep. MARLINS
  4. Padres vs 5. Cards — Let the record note that SportsAttic had the Padres advancing to the NLCS in our July MLB preview (never mind that we had them losing to the Mets to end their season). San Diego boasts loads of young talent, now surrounded by some smart, veteran acquisitions, and if not for the Dodgers, would appear to be the class of the NL. But lest we forget, they are the Padres. With the Mets watching from home, is there a more snakebit franchise still alive in the Wild Card round? And not only that, but they get the Cardinals to kick things off? You remember St. Louis, right? That team that always seems to end up beating a better club when the playoffs roll around? Well throw history out the window here, and go with San Diego behind the All-World Fernando Tatis, Jr., in a nail biter that won’t be decided until the final out is registered in Game Three. PADRES

AMERICAN LEAGUE

  1. Rays vs 8. Blue Jays — Time to eat a little crow here. Won’t be the first time, and certainly won’t be the last, but the Rays are actually very good. If SportsAttic’s disastrous selection of Utah as NBA champs wasn’t so fresh in our minds, picking Tampa for last in the AL East might just claim Worst SportsAttic Prediction of 2020 honors. In fact, if the Rays weren’t such a solid club, top to bottom including an outstanding manager in Kevin Cash, it would be tempting to go with more young guns — this time from Toronto via Buffalo. The Blue Jays are another organization loaded with young talent (anyone see a theme emerging?) and have nothing to lose (Miami North, you might say). But unlike the Cubs, the Rays are hitting on all cylinders as the calendar turns to October, and will prove too much for the “just happy to be here” Blue Jays. Two and out. RAYS
  2. Athletics vs 7. White Sox — Wait a minute, weren’t the Chisox about to win the AL Central last time we checked? What happened and how the heck did they fall to the seven-seed? Whatever transpired, the biggest loser here will be the unable-to-ever-catch-a-playoff-break Oakland A’s. Poor Oakland, first they lose the Warriors and the Raiders, and now their fans will watch the A’s come up short in the postseason once again. The White Sox possess (you guessed it) young talent, and send a stud in Lucas Giolito to the hill in the opener. Oakland is an eminently admirable, division-winning squad. They are also a franchise that’s never accomplished anything when the games matter, at least not since the Bash Brothers left town. Yet they are expected to win this series easily. Perfect recipe for an upset, folks. The A’s are a terrific regular season club that suffers from the lack of a true ace or an elite superstar in the postseason. And they will go home a Wild Card loser for what feels like the twentieth year in a row. Oakland will get a game, but the “other” Chicago ball club advances in three. WHITE SOX
  3. Twins vs 6. Astros — How happy must they be in Minnesota to have finally missed the Yankees in the first round of the playoffs? The Twins are strong top to bottom and have at last assembled enough pitching to back the big bats. The Astros have the worst regular season road record for a playoff team in the history of major league baseball, and now get set to play every postseason game on the road. You can’t help but get the feeling the ‘Stros simply want this nightmare of a season to end. Too much talent remains on the Houston roster for the Twins to sweep, but the Astros are on fumes and the Twins will advance. And if that isn’t enough good news for the Twin Cities, wait til they realize there will be no re-seeding following the first round this year, so they won’t have the Yankees waiting for them in the ALDS either. TWINS
  4. Indians vs 5. Yankees — Based on the Bombers regular season, the safe bet is to predict a sweep here. The problem is knowing which way to go with that call. The feast or famine Yanks were another terrible road club, not to the extent Houston was, but they will miss the friendly confines of Yankee Stadium big time. However, the Indians let SportsAttic Nation down a year ago, when they were our upset selection to win the World Series, and we still aren’t over Cleveland’s dismal 2019 showing. So what’s a Yankees-hater to do when forced to rely on a team we have no faith in to rid us of the Evil Empire? We try our reverse psychology approach, of course, and call for the Yankees in a sweep. Gerrit Cole wins a classic pitcher’s duel over Shane Bieber in Game One, and figure the Yankees bats to bludgeon their way to another “W” in Game Two. Here’s hoping a little SportsAttic negative juju sends the Yankees home as Wild Card losers. So… call it a sweep for the Bombers! YANKEES

And there you have it. In a short series, on the heels of a truncated regular season, take the momentum play and go with the young athletes over the postseason vets. Innocence is bliss when it comes to pressure baseball in an empty stadium.

And should things proceed as we suggest, it will leave us with the following matchups in the Division Series:

NL

Dodgers vs Padres and Braves vs Marlins

AL

Rays vs Indians and White Sox vs Twins

Let the real baseball begin. And in case you didn’t know, the names attached to those young Miami Marlins arms are — Sandy Alcantara (age 25), Pablo Lopez (24) and Sixto Sanchez (22) — go with the young guns!

Wait ’til Next Year — A 2020 Mets Post Mortem

It seems only appropriate to steal today’s headline from Fred Wilpon’s favorite ball club, the Brooklyn Dodgers. And I suppose such a statement really sums things up when it comes to us parting ways with Fred and Jeff Wilpon this winter. Our owner, the soon to be former owner of the New York Mets, is a Dodgers fan.

I can somewhat relate to Fred, at least today I can, on the last day of this drive-thru version of a baseball season. Once again I’m left to consider what team to root for during the month of October. I check the Mets score, disinterested, as the lowly Nationals put the finishing touches on a shellacking of my Mets that will earn us a share of the NL East basement for 2020.

It’s become an annual exercise, me telling myself that the Mets being out of the postseason tournament actually makes it easier to just watch playoff baseball. You know, enjoy the beauty of our National Pastime without the constant worry that my favorite team is preparing to rip my guts out when the games matter most.

So what’s the big deal, right?

The Mets will miss the playoffs again this year, making it four years in a row (five if you want to dismiss the one-and-done wild card loss to the Giants in 2016). But somehow this one hurts just a little bit more than one of our usual eliminations.

Why is that, some fan of a team that’s not the New York Mets might ask?

Well, for starters they were letting eight teams into the NL playoffs this year. Yeah, more than half of the entire population of National League clubs will play on. A Senior Circuit that included hapless names like Pirates and Giants and Marlins and Diamondbacks. And Mets, apparently, since we didn’t survive.

No, we didn’t make it. Not even with seemingly every team on the bubble for the final wild card slots doing all they could to keep our faint hopes alive these last few days. Let’s take a minute and let the magnitude of this failure sink in:

*We had arguably the top starting pitcher in the game on the mound every fifth day for pretty much the entire, abbreviated season.

*Robinson Cano, who many considered washed up, remained reasonably healthy and hit .315, with power.

*Pete Alonso hit 16 dingers to lead the team, which equates to 42 if applied over a 162-game season.

*Dom Smith, Jeff McNeil and Michael Conforto all hit over .300.

*Closer Edwin Diaz had an E.R.A. under 2.00.

And yet we couldn’t find our way into the most watered-down playoff field in the history of Major League Baseball.

What do we make of our unsuccessful 2020 moving forward?

Honestly I’m not sure, other than to say this was a very Mets kind of season.

Our fans know exactly what I mean by that statement. They did just enough for us to never tune them out completely. There were enough flashes of promise to raise our hopes on occasion. But yet we never really felt like we were going to make the playoffs, because, well, you know, we’re the Mets.

Think about this — Mets fans’ biggest reason to celebrate this season came when it was announced our team was being sold.

SportsAttic Note: The second largest cheer was due to the fact that the team would NOT be sold to Alex Rodriguez.

And that’s a perfect place to begin — with our deep-pocketed new owner, Mr. Steve Cohen. Mets Nation has already labeled Mr. Cohen a franchise savior, expecting big spending right out of the gate, immediate positive results, and in short order, world championships. Nothing like high expectations, huh Steve?

I feel good about Cohen’s decision to bring back Sandy Alderson, giving the cancer-surviving Marine another crack at things without the tight-fisted, dysfunctional Wilpons in his shorts on a daily basis. My guess is Sandy brings along one of his boys as the new GM, thus mercifully ending the Brodie Van Wagenen era.

And the new GM will hire a new manager.

Now I realize it is hard for a rookie manager to succeed in MLB under any circumstances. Especially a rookie Mets manager. Add in the broken timeline that was the 2020 baseball season, a funky dual spring training approach, and the loss of his number two and three starting pitchers before either would toe the rubber even once, and Luis Rojas was dealt a hand from a deck stacked for failure.

I’d still let Rojas go. A fresh start is what’s called for. The Mets have win-now pieces on this roster, and an experienced manager who can come in and fix the fundamentals — starting with putting position players in place that can actually field their position –restore self-respect in the clubhouse, and hold players accountable, is a must. Experience handling a big league bullpen would be a plus, too.

So goodbye Luis Rojas, we hardly knew ye. I’m sure there’s a spot in the organization for the guy that had his big shot sabotaged by a global pandemic, but not at the helm of our big league club in 2021.

And what of the roster? I know position flexibility is one of the buzzwords making the MLB rounds these days, but it seems to me a little stability might go a long way with the blue and orange. The only position we appear loaded at may not even exist next season, depending on whether MLB caves to the abomination known as the universal Designated Hitter.

It’s ironic (and so very, very Mets), that the only position where we possess strength and depth heading into the offseason is at DH, and we may not even field one in 2021. But think about it — Cano is best suited to DH at this stage of his career. And DH is really Pete Alonso’s best position, if we are being honest. And J.D. Davis’, too. You could argue that McNeil might also be best suited to DH, rather than manning a position that requires a glove every day.

The Mets most glaring needs seem to be the same every year. A catcher with defensive skills who isn’t also an automatic out heads up our shopping list. And a center fielder who actually is a starting center fielder, not a defensive replacement or a right fielder in disguise. Of course, if we can’t play one of our extra right fielders in center, that begs the question what to do about our glut of corner outfielders.

Let’s think about this one, too — Michael Conforto, J.D. Davis, Jeff McNeil, Brando Nimmo, Dom Smith. Of the bunch, Conforto and Nimmo are the only real outfielders, but of course they both belong in right. Assume Conforto plays every day (he’s our best player, after all), and a numbers problem in left begins to become apparent.

We simply can’t have Jake deGrom take the mound next opening day with Brandon Nimmo as his center fielder, so that leaves four imperfect options for left.

Yes, we can stash one of the others at DH (but then what about Cano and Alonso), if we have a DH. But if not, we now have to deal with a line forming at both first and third for playing time. Davis and McNeil both play third as though they are thinking about their next at bat. Smith is an excellent first baseman (which in another very Mets way must explain why we’ve tried to turn him into an outfielder), but with no DH, what about Alonso?

McNeil seems most comfortable playing second, but if the DH goes away (as the Baseball Gods intended), what do you do with Cano? Move him to first or third? Yeah, we’ve got some problems.

At least we have a promising young shortstop.

Well, actually we have two of them now, don’t we? Can we trust Andres Gimenez to pick up in 2021 where he left off as our most exciting player? Was it really only a year ago that articles were being written about how Amed Rosario had finally turned the corner and would soon take his anticipated place alongside Francisco Lindor as one of the game’s top, young shortstops? Do we give up on Rosario now? Or leave him at short and move Giminez to second.

Hmmm, Gimenez at second? Again, it’s very Mets to play our best shortstop at second (anyone remember when we did that to Jose Reyes so we could put Kaz Matsui at short?). But then what about Cano? And McNeil? Well, maybe try Cano at third? Then where do we put Davis and McNeil (again)?

And the every day lineup ended 2020 as our supposed strength, remember?

At least we have pitching. Check that. Had pitching.

Can we start deGrom every day? Yeah, probably not. Noah Syndergaard will be back sometime, ready to resume teasing us with amazing stuff, while pitching 5 2/3 innings of three-run ball. Steven Matz? We can stop with all those Jon Matlack comparisons now, can’t we?

The bullpen? There’s promise there, isn’t there? We’ll have the resurrected Diaz back to close, right? I guess, but is anybody really ready to trust Diaz in important moments yet? And don’t forget Dellin Betances and Jeurys Familia. Nice to see we’ve cornered the market on enormous right-handers who’ve lost their electric stuff to set up Diaz. Betances is a free agent, but we’ve got Familia for two more years. Good grief, Brodie.

Since it seems safe to assume that Seth Lugo and his six-plus E.R.A. as a starting pitcher will return to the pen next year, at least we can feel good about him. I guess so.

Enough already, there’s gotta be some positives, right?

Yes, there are. We’ve already referenced what certainly appears to be the maturation of Conforto and Smith into above-average major leaguers, if not downright All Stars. And we will have deGrom back.

Gimenez appears to be the real deal, flashing leather like Harrelson and Ordonez used to, but maybe with a capable bat, too.

Thor will return at some point, and maybe he does realize his potential following Tommy John surgery.

And perhaps Cano isn’t done? Maybe he’ll figure out how to be a multiple-position weapon, wielding a dangerous bat in spot starts at first, second and third, not to mention DH’ing when we travel to AL parks?

Sure, Alonso suffered a big-time sophomore jinx, but the kid still appears to be a stand up guy and future team leader. If we can get 30 and 90 from him every year, we’ll put up with a .240 average.

There are also multiple assets to deal, assuming such responsibility is placed in the hands of a capable GM. Sandy and whoever he identifies as the new General Manager will be far more trustworthy to turn some combination of Nimmo, Davis, McNeil, Matz, Rosario or Smith into front line starting pitching and an elite center fielder.

And then there’s the savior — Steve Cohen can’t get his approval from MLB owners fast enough. And then start spending that Monopoly money of his like any of the rest of us fans would, if we were put in place as Mets owner with more cash than we could spend over five or six lifetimes.

Cohen can start by paying J.T. Realmuto whatever his number is and put him behind the dish for the next five years. Then get a stud number two starter to slot in behind Jake, so Noah can slide in as the best number three starter in the league when he gets back on the hill.

As much of a mess as the team appears to be today, ending their season on the wrong end of a 15-5 beatdown, we may not be that far away from contention.

It’s been hard, Steve Cohen. Real hard. But you know that, because you’ve lived it alongside the rest of us. It’s good to have one of us — someone who bleeds Mets blue and orange — at the helm. Let’s start the restoration of Mets pride and change this sorry dialogue before too many of us long-time fans run out of summers.

Remember when the Mets slogan was “Baseball Like It Oughta Be?” I’m ready to sign up for that right now.

Wait ’til next year, indeed.

Monday Recap — Hail to the [???]? Hoops Title in Denver? Fear the Marlins?

With the NFL back front and center, and painful memories still lingering from SportsAttic’s ill-fated attempts at prognostication the last time NFL teams were suited up on the gridiron, we’ve decided to introduce the…

SportsAttic Monday Recap!

It’s based on the simple premise that it’s always easier looking into the rearview mirror than a crystal ball.

So each Monday we’ll take a look at a dozen or so stories from the prior weekend. Sometimes for excellence in action, more frequently for the absurdity associated with that action — be it NFL, MLB, NBA or really any important sporting event contested over the prior couple of days.

Welcome aboard and here we go!

*The unnamed Washington Football Team seemed appropriately irrelevant while falling behind the Iggles early yesterday. But not so fast! Despite the hapless franchise’s inability to even rename itself in a timely manner, they looked damn good storming back to an unexpected victory. And don’t think there weren’t more than a few choruses of “Hail to the Redskins” breaking out across The District, Virginia and Maryland yesterday afternoon. Too soon to declare the curse lifted? You betcha — Danny Snyder still owns this team.

*It’s easy to feel sorry for yourself if you are a fan of the New York Football Jets. Never even showing a sign of being competitive against the Buffalo Bills is painful, but is it worse than how Lions fans must feel today? I believe losing a game you should have won is far more painful than raising the white flag in the first quarter of the first game of the season. Yes, it’s a little like debating the worst possible ways to die, but then again, the Lions at least have some hope based on what we saw yesterday. The Jets? Not so much.

*It’s rare I feel sorry for an athlete who’s about to cash a check for millions of dollars, especially after blatantly choking a clear shot at the U.S. Open title, but poor Alexander Zverev. The guy flushed a two-set lead, and still had the match sitting there on a platter for him, his opponent barely able to walk as the fifth set tie-breaker began. But as painful as it was to witness one of the most god-awful choke moments in tennis history, his going to pieces during his runner-up speech actually moved me. Poor guy. Lucky for him there were only a couple of dozen people in attendance at Arthur Ashe Stadium. And probably even fewer watching on TV. But still…

*Speaking of the Open. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a more poised 22-year-old than Naomi Osaka. After coming back from a set down to beat Victoria Azarenka in the finals Saturday, Osaka refused to bite as the announcer practically begged her to say something inflammatory regarding racial justice. Leading her down his desired road by referencing the social justice masks she’d rotated throughout the tournament, the classless MC asked Osaka what the masks made her think about. Osaka didn’t blink, instead redirecting and asking the oaf what it made him think about. And wasn’t that the point? Perfect and perfect. I’m a fan.

*Why did the Rams choose to sully the unveiling of what appears to be an awesome new stadium by rolling out the worst uniforms in the NFL? Redesigning their iconic helmet is a travesty, but then to compound that error with such plain and unimaginative jerseys? We just don’t get it?

*Gotta admit I loved Tom Brady on the keeper to punch in a TD on his first possession leading the Tampa Bay offense. However, I really loved the pick-six he tossed that helped bury the Bucs. And coach Bruce Arians laying him out for poor decision-making in the postgame presser? Nice.

*Can’t the Mets just forfeit the rest of their games? The pain is becoming too much to bear. The idea that we will miss the expanded playoffs and end up watching the Marlins play on is just so… so… well… so Mets.

*With the exception of the little matter of picking the Jazz to go all the way in our SportsAttic NBA Preview piece, we’ve really delivered the goods this postseason. If SportsAttic Nation can allow for a little revisionist history — say, sub in Denver Nuggets for Utah Jazz, as an example? — we’d be looking like goddamn Nostradamus right about now. Will the Clippers take the second half off for the third elimination game in a row tomorrow night, paving the way for a Denver title? I can’t imagine they will, but then again, I had the Nuggets dead in the water two weeks ago. That’s why they play the games!

*Has a team ever come up smaller than the Rockets did in their series against the Lakers? Who can blame poor Mike D’Antoni for taking his ball and calling it a career? How many more times will we be suckered by James Harden into thinking one of his teams has a chance to do some damage before affixing the “L” on his forehead and moving on? Name one time he’s come up big in a tight postseason spot. I’m waiting…

*Remind me never to pick the Vikings to win anything ever again. Is Kirk Cousins really that horrible a leader? Sure starting to feel that way, isn’t it? The difference between Cousins and Aaron Rodgers was so stark yesterday, it’s scary. If the two teams had switched QB’s at halftime, the Vikings would have come back and won big. No doubt about it.

*Still not used to the initials “LV” in front of the name “Raiders” (then again, they were in LA for 13 years and I never got used to that either). AtticBride asked me what will happen to all those diehard, demented Raiders fans in NorCal now that their team plays in Vegas. “Just travel, baby. Just travel.” I would recommend that law-abiding humans avoid the Vegas strip at all cost during Raiders’ home weekends once fans are allowed back in attendance. This will truly test the slogan “what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”

*Is Odell Beckham, Jr. still on the Browns? Who?

*I guess Joe Burrow just found out a little bit about being a Cincinnati Bengal. Ouch.

*Anyone else think the Astros are hearing footsteps? Seattle? Yeah, the M’s are the only team left that could still send the ‘Stros home with no postseason in the top-heavy American League. Go Mariners — send those trashcan banging, buzzer-boys home!

*At least the Jets will get to pick themselves up at home next weekend against another winless squad. Oh, it’s the Niners? Never mind.

*If we set a precedent and let the Mets forfeit their remaining games in 2020, can we immediately apply the same policy to the Jets? And then the Knicks? Pretty please?

*Too bad there won’t be fans at tonight’s MNF “early” game. A real shame that the Steelers will lose the advantage of playing in front of 60,000 screaming, Terrible Towel waving, fanatics. Oh, it’s a road game for the Steelers? Yeah, I know. After watching the Jets debacle yesterday, it’s hard to believe that the Giants may be the worst team playing home games at MetLife Stadium this year, isn’t it? Get those season tickets on StubHub quick, Big Blue fans.

*I see Pete Wheeler injured himself pulling on his pants the other day. Lesson to the Philadelphia Phillies organization and their fans — you can take the pitcher out of the Mets, but you can’t take the Mets out of the pitcher.

*Not only would the Miami Marlins be in the playoffs if the season ended today, but they would be the five-seed in the National League, preparing to play the San Diego Padres in the first round. Maybe Derek Jeter isn’t the Michael Jordan of MLB owners?

*So the Big 10 is thinking they can start playing games as early as October? Hmmm… Would that have anything to do with the fact that the rest of college football didn’t melt after the Big 10 decided to cancel their schedule? And it certainly has nothing to do with missing out on their share of the still sizable amounts of riches available for those programs who do compete in 2020? Nah, this is all about the kids, right? Right??

There you have it — the first edition of SportsAttic’s Monday Recap. See you in a week.

Twenty Thoughts Across the World of Sports

A jam-packed night for sports fans! Our viewing options include MLB, the NBA Playoffs, the NFL’s opening night, NHL semi-finals, and the women’s semis of the U.S. Open.

Heading into the prime time hours, another lame showing by the Houston Rockets is making passing on The Association an easy call. And let’s face it, the MLB goings on won’t get interesting until the playoffs begin (besides, the Mets have the night off). So that narrows down our crowded field of options. The choices narrow further if you refuse, as I do, to watch the NHL on television.

That leaves me burning a hole in the “previous channel” button as I toggle between Chiefs-Texans in Kansas City, and Naomi Osaka versus Jennifer Brady in Flushing.

To appropriately honor the fact that our sports viewing choices have finally expanded beyond just the NBA and major league baseball, SportsAttic has decided it’s time to take a broader look at the current goings on in our (mostly) fan-less sports universe.

Here is the SportsAttic Top Twenty of thoughts and reactions regarding the current state of of affairs in our beloved world of sports.

  1. Mike Tyson is getting back into the ring, folks. And, exhibition or no, I will be pulling for him to land at least one solid right during his bout this weekend against Roy Jones, Jr. It’s funny how rooting interests can change over time. I don’t recall ever pulling for Tyson back when he was “the baddest man on the planet,” but I’m firmly on the Tyson bandwagon for this one. Call it an old guy thing. Knock Jones and his washed up ass out, Iron Mike — and score one for the over-50 set!
  2. Even when I followed hockey, I never rooted for the New York Islanders. But for some reason I find myself following their progress during this year’s NHL Playoffs. I’m a Lou Lamoriello fan from his days guiding the Devils, so I like that, plus I root for the Isles coach who got the shaft down in D.C. after only delivering their first-ever Stanley Cup to Caps fans. And then there’s the whole Long Island thing, and how Brooklyn is trying to steal away their civic pride and joy. If the Isles can come back from two down in the semis and advance, I may even tune in to a hockey game for the first time in about a decade.
  3. Why haven’t I heard of Jennifer Brady? She’s about to go down in three sets to Naomi Osaka in the semis of The Open, but taking Osaka to three tough sets makes this a statement match for the former UCLA star. Her serve comes in regularly over 110 MPH (and seem faster), and her forehand reminds me of Ivan Lendl back in the day. Another American woman to watch as we decide who will succeed Serena as the next great women’s champ.
  4. Patrick Mahomes (whose Dad was a Met for awhile, don’t forget) and Deshaun Watson are both newly minted $40 million dollar men (okay, Watson’s technically at $39MM, but let’s not quibble). It feels absurd even to type such a preposterous figure, but it always feels that way when a new compensation barrier gets blown through in a sport. Given the revenue and merchandising associated with these two young QB’s, in a couple of years we will look at these deals as wise investments by the Chiefs and Texans. I just hope they stay healthy. Amazing athletes and both a hell of a lot of fun to watch.
  5. I’ve heard more people defending Novak Djokovic than condemning him since he got DQ’d from this year’s U.S. Open. One of the worst arguments in his defense has got to be the one stating that he didn’t hit the ball that struck the line judge that hard. Really? If you’ve ever taken a surprise shot to the Adam’s Apple, you know that woman wasn’t overreacting. And if you’ve ever played against a hothead who likes to randomly swat balls in anger, you know it’s unnerving. The rule exists for a reason, and Djokovic has been a dick throughout the entire pandemic anyway. Good riddance, if you ask me.
  6. How awesome would it be if the Orioles eke out the final AL playoff spot right from under the Yankees nose?
  7. And even better, how about if the Orioles and the Tigers take the seven and eight seeds, and the Yanks and Astros both get sent home before the expanded playoffs even begin?
  8. And for the real MLB trifecta? You know it…here come the Mets! We wrap the regular season with a little run earning the final chair at the NL playoff table. Then the real games begin. Yes, we’ll sign up for that right now.
  9. It wasn’t enough that I had to eat crow and give Carmelo Anthony credit for swallowing his ego and fitting into the Blazers system while helping them make the playoffs? Now I’ve got to tip the cap to Chris Paul, too? What he did in OKC this year, and especially in the bubble, was nothing short of Herculean. I guess he’s not done after all.
  10. Speaking of OKC, what in the world had to happen for Billy Donovan and the Thunder to part ways? I was hoping we’d see Mo Cheeks take over in Philly, but can the Sixers really pass on Donovan?
  11. The Braves scored 29 runs the other night against the Marlins. Yes, they won. Amazing that isn’t even the most scored by one team this century. The Texas Rangers put a 30-spot on the Orioles back in ’07.
  12. When did Notre Dame join the ACC? C’mon guys, how are we supposed to take the college football season and Top 25 rankings seriously when we are missing power conferences?
  13. The New York Post previewed the Jets and Giants today and had both projected to finish at 7-9. Really? REALLY?? I think it is more likely they combine for seven wins. Taking all the action I can get that come the end of the season the combined win total for New York football (not counting the Bills) is closer to my call than The Post’s.
  14. Anyone else worried about Willie Mays? Bad things tend to happen in threes, and its been tough enough losing Tom Seaver and Lou Brock in one week. Stay out of all that smoke in the Bay Area, Say Hey Kid, we need ya!
  15. Great to see the Negro Leagues Baseball Museum getting some well deserved props during MLB’s Jackie Robinson celebrations. If you are ever in Kansas City, it is worth the investment of a few hours. And if NLBM President Bob Kendrick is in the house, chat him up on some of the baseball history associated with the fascinating and poignant exhibits — you will leave a better person.
  16. I’m beginning to worry that Aaron Judge may be this generation’s Pete Reiser (look him up, kids). That would be a real shame, even for us Yankees-haters.
  17. I like NBA superstars picking their own coach even less than I do them banding together to form super teams. That being said, I think Steve Nash will end up being an excellent choice in Brooklyn. And keeping the well-respected Jacques Vaughn as Nash’s lead assistant was the most significant takeaway from the entire press release.
  18. Who won the Kentucky Derby? They ran it, right? Worried I may have the exact same, hollow reaction when the Masters wraps up mid-November. Yikes…
  19. In case you wondered about how prescient SportsAttic prognostications can be — take a cautionary look at what happened to the Utah Jazz just minutes after we anointed them the likely NBA champs. They’d looked invincible after taking their commanding 3-1 series lead against the Nuggets, but we sure took care of that. With Sports Illustrated headed for the glue factory any day now, there may be a new sheriff suiting up in the sports jinx world.
  20. I’m getting a Cleveland Browns-preseason-2019 kind of vibe from the 2020 Buccaneers. Yeah, I know they have the GOAT and his jackass tight end, too. And there were already some pieces in place down in Tampa. And yeah, I like the Fournette signing, and they’ve got a pretty good coach. But still, they are the Bucs. Sign me up for 9-7 and a near-miss on a playoff bid.

There you have it — and now we can return to rooting on Serena Williams in her quest to finally tie Margaret Court’s record for most career Grand Slams. Serena is a wonder, and it would be great to have that kind of positive sports news to celebrate.

A Williams-Osaka U.S. Open final will be must-watch television.

(SportsAttic Note: See #19 above — as we prepare to hit the “publish” button I am stunned to see Serena has bowed out in three sets to Victoria Azarenka. You hearing our footsteps, Sports Illustrated?)

Tom Terrific

THIS IS A RE-POST FROM THE 3/7/19 SPORTS-ATTIC — RIP TOM TERRIFIC

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That’s how I’m going to remember Tom Seaver. Celebrating a championship with Jerry Koosman at his side.

Today’s news from the Seaver Family that the 74-year-old Hall of Famer is suffering from dementia and will be retiring from public life was certainly sad. Too young for sure, and made all the more painful as the New York Mets prepare to celebrate the 50th anniversary of their 1969 Miracle Mets World Series title. A championship that would never have been possible if not for Seaver’s 25-7, Cy Young Award season that set the tone that winning time had arrived at Shea Stadium at long last.

He was our ace, The Franchise and Tom Terrific.

The first “official” Mets shirt I ever wore (a stylish, gray number I received for my 6th birthday), bore Seaver’s number 41 on its back. He was our answer to Gibson and Carlton. To Jenkins and Sutton. The high leg kick with the oh so deep follow through, resulting in his signature dirt stain on his uniform pant leg, as his knee scraped the mound pitch after pitch.

Like most of the classic strike out pitchers of the day, Seaver generated his power from those thick legs, driving his perfect mechanics (a Mets staple back in the day — you can see those sound fundamentals when watching old tape of Koosman, Nolan Ryan and Jon Matlack, too), culminating in a perfectly balanced landing, ready to field his position. He was flawless.

We knew his wife Nancy, and we hung on his articulate, postgame insights on Kiner’s Korner. He enjoyed taking his hacks at the plate, too, often helping his own cause with a key base hit, and good for a couple of dingers every year, which were certain to send Mets fans everywhere into delirium. Heck, the guy would even steal a base or two. Not to show off, but because he was a baseball player first. An athlete. And most importantly to Mets fans, he was ours.

He would go on to win another two Cy Youngs (and all Mets fans would argue Fergie Jenkins stole a fourth from him in 1971), make 12 All Star teams, and lead the National League in strikeouts five times.

Seaver set a baseball record for the ages back in 1970, when on April 22nd he concluded a shutout win over the Padres by striking out the final ten batters he faced. That brought his total for the day to 19, tying a record that Kerry Wood and Roger Clemens would one day break.

He was our first Hall of Famer, gaining induction on the first ballot with a whopping 98.8% of the vote, befitting his 311 wins spread out over 20 seasons. The woebegone Mets front office even managed to get one right, when they retired his number 41, placing it alongside Casey Stengel, Gil Hodges and Mrs. Payson above the Citi Field grandstand.

But there are three things I will always remember most about Tom Seaver — the two near-misses and the trade.

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He was soooo close. I was too young to witness this one myself, but every Mets fan worth his salt knows about Seaver’s dance with perfection on July 9th of 1969. The Mets were finally a good club in ’69, but still trailed the first place Cubs by a fair distance at this juncture in the season. Given the laughingstock nature of the Mets history up to that point, it was understandable that no one was ready to take them seriously as contenders. Seaver, the ultimate competitor, was determined to change the Mets’ losing culture.

In front of 59,088 screaming Mets fans, The Franchise faced and retired the first 26 Cubs who took a turn at bat against him that day. Ernie Banks, Ron Santo and Billy Williams all had no chance. Shea Stadium was pulsating with anticipation when rookie Jimmy Qualls pinch hit for the Cubbies with two outs in the ninth. It should have been a mismatch.

Qualls was a .250 hitter, and following his rookie year would only see 12 more major league at bats. But this was his moment, and the kid stroked a soft single into shallow left-center, ruining Seaver’s perfecto. Nancy Seaver had tears in her eyes after Tom concluded the one-hitter for a 4-0 Mets win. Our ace consoled her, reminding her that he’d just pitched a one-hit shutout over the division leader. The standing ovation lasted three full minutes.

And Qualls? It is written that the next time Seaver saw him on the field, he yelled, “Hey, you little shit, you cost me a million bucks!”  The Franchise.

Leron Lee

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What is it about backup outfielders mucking up Tom’s moments?

Nearly three years to the day after Jimmy Qualls had blooped a single that would stick with Mets fans forever, Seaver took another no-hitter into the ninth against San Diego. It was the 4th of July, 1972, and I was enjoying the summer between first and second grade when my dad called me in from outside because something important was happening.

He and my mom were watching the Mets game, and Dad explained to me what a “no-hitter” was. I was instantly enthralled by this new baseball information, particularly since Seaver was the pitcher about to make history. With one out Leron Lee strode to the plate. I knew exactly who Lee was, since I collected baseball cards, and proudly spouted off a slew of statistical information on the Padres outfielder to Mom and Dad as Lee settled into the batter’s box.

Lee had started his career in St. Louis as Lou Brock’s caddy, often complaining about how it seemed Brock only ever got “tired” and turned left field over to Lee on those days when the temperatures soared past 100 degrees and you had Seaver or Ryan on the hill for the opposition.

Seaver fooled Lee with a slider down and away, but Lee got just enough of his bat on it, pushing a single through the middle. End of no-hitter (although I learned shortly thereafter that there was also such a thing as a one-hitter). Seaver would earn that distinction when he induced a game ending double play out of the next hitter. Another close call for our ace, and maybe the biggest moment in the career of Leron Lee.

It turned out that 1972 would be Lee’s best year in the bigs, as he hit .300 with 12 HR’s for the Pads, but it was his at bat against Seaver that earned him headlines the following day. I’ll always remember pulling out the Newark Star-Ledger’s sports section that morning of July 5th, and seeing the headline, “Hey Tom, he hit a good pitch.”

That was Seaver to me as a kid. So much bigger than life that he was even on a first name basis with the newspaper!

The Trade

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The Mets had surprised a lot of folks in 1976 by going 86-76 under new manager Joe Frazier, and entered 1977 with talk of challenging for the division crown. But like the 2018 version of the Mets, the ’77 team quickly disappointed, and soon the only thing worth paying attention to was Seaver.

And unlike previous years when the team would sink to its accustomed also ran slot in the NL East and the summer months would be spent trying to project how many wins and K’s Tom Terrific would finish with by season’s end, in 1977 the unthinkable was making its way into the daily papers.

The Mets were considering trading The Franchise.

My family had returned to New Jersey from California the previous summer, so 1977 was going to be my first full year of being able to watch Mets baseball on Channel 9 every night since the early-’70’s. However only two months into this much-anticipated season, everything changed, and not in a way any of us Mets fans had anticipated or hoped.

I was too young to understand the feud between Seaver and villainous Mets President M. Donald Grant, or the newspaper politics within the New York tabloids that greased the skids for Seaver’s trade. All I knew at the time was that the only reason we had to watch the 1977 New York Mets had just been shipped to Cincinnati on June 10th for the equivalent of three boxes of batting practice baseballs and a dozen cases of scoreboard lightbulbs.

Or so it seemed.

Yeah, we all tried. I mean, we rooted for the blue and orange after all, but never in my life as a Mets fan had I been faced with cheering for a Seaver-less Mets squad. And now here we were. The Dark Ages immediately descended upon us.

The Reds sent us four young “stars” in return for the greatest pitcher in Mets history. Pat Zachry was supposed to be the future ace and Seaver replacement. Big shoes to fill, you might say. He actually showed some early promise, but then one day in a fit of anger after a poor outing, he kicked a dugout step, broke his foot, and was never the same.

Steve Henderson was billed as a future superstar and immediately inserted into the lineup as our starting left fielder. He had an odd batting stance that seemed cool at first, with his left leg jutting out in the direction of first base as he settled into an awkward crouch. “Hendu” hit .300 in his initial spin around the league and even clubbed a few long home runs, but then the league figured out that he couldn’t unscrew out of that weird stance of his with any hope of hitting a breaking ball. Hendu would go on to become a career backup outfielder (which was only appropriate given the connection between Seaver and backup outfielders noted above).

Doug Flynn was a sure handed utility infielder who would be given every opportunity to win the starting second base job. His glove was as good as advertised, but he barely hit his weight, and became a staple of the last place teams the Mets rolled out onto the Shea field for the balance of the ’70’s.

The fourth and final prospect included in the deal was young Dan Norman. He was a stocky, power-hitting outfielder, and came to town touted as the next George Foster. We all anxiously awaited his ascension to the bigs where he would undoubtedly replicate Foster’s prolific power. Unfortunately, despite the annual spring training articles from the Star-Ledger about how this was going to be the year Norman broke through, he never did. It hadn’t occurred to 12-year-old me that if Norman was really the next Foster, the Reds probably wouldn’t have included him in the deal.

(SportsAttic note: of course we all know that the Mets rectified the Norman/Foster comparisons a few years later by signing the “real” George Foster, who would disappoint us  immensely until finally being jettisoned early on in the ’86 championship season.)

Tom Terrific would go on to earn that elusive no-hitter as a Cincinnati Red (just like we all knew he would). And I couldn’t help but root for him as a Red, even celebrating when I would pull a Seaver baseball card out of a pack of Topps, the Tom Terrific smile staring back at me from underneath that unnatural, red Cincy cap. But unfortunately for Seaver, he’d missed the Big Red Machine years, and wouldn’t win another title with the Reds, or anywhere else, before he retired.

He wasn’t done with the Mets either, as we know all too well. We brought The Franchise back in momentous fashion for the 1983 season, as Mets brass tried to distract us fans from another last place squad. Of course, in typical Mets fashion, we lost Seaver again the following spring, the latest in a long line of colossal front office blunders. I don’t have the time, or stomach, to revisit that gaffe right now (just know it was bad, and led to Seaver wearing a White Sox uniform, of all things!).

Seaver closed out his illustrious career with the Red Sox in 1986. It would have been cool if he’d have faced his original club in that classic ’86 World Series, but real life doesn’t work that way, and besides, that was our moment. None of us would have liked to see Tom Terrific on the losing end of one our team’s greatest achievements.

So prayers and best wishes to the Seaver Family as they deal with the inevitability of life and our heroes growing old. The announcement said Tom will continue to spend time in his beloved California vineyard, and like number 41’s career itself, the family handled the message and their sadness with great class and dignity.

Tom Terrific won’t be on the field for the 50th anniversary celebration of the Miracle Mets 1969 title, and that’s too bad. But there would be no celebration at all if not for the pure excellence of The Franchise. We were lucky to have him and the memories of those years are indelible.

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The NBA — It’s Still FAN-tastic

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It took the playoffs, but I’m back in.

I’m still struggling with no crowds, but Ernie, Kenny, Shaq and Chuck help. A lot. In fact, their NBA on TNT is frequently more entertaining than the actual games.

And the familiarity is slowly coming back, too. Kind of a muscle memory for fans. Here’s a few cases in point:

*It took me no time at all to renew my hatred for the Boston Celtics (however, I can’t help but enjoy Enes Kanter — the Knicks never should have let him go).

*I continue to root against LeBron James. Guys that try to manipulate one last ring rarely succeed. He’s not now, nor will he ever be, worthy of being included in the same class as Michael Jordan.

*Like everyone else, I’m fully onboard the Damian Lillard bandwagon (Oakland guy, and we have been on this one for awhile now, as hopefully SportsAttic Nation would attest). Coolest player in the NBA? Uh, yeah.

*The Knicks took one on the chin (again), dropping two draft slots last night. The Patrick Ewing Lottery Tax continues to be assessed. And you know at number eight we’ve got another draft bust headed our way.

*Kawhi Leonard is still a beast. Best all-around player in the league today. Hands down.

And there were surprises, too:

*Donovan Mitchell is a lot better than I thought (and I say that every time I watch him).

*Somebody pinch me, because I find myself rooting for Carmelo Anthony and appreciating the role he’s settled into for the Blazers. Didn’t see that coming.

*The Magic won their opener against the Bucks?? Quick — name two players on the Magic. Or their coach? I guess technically they are the “home” team every night, with most of the league sequestered in the Orlando Bubble, but still…

*I’m thoroughly enjoying Chris Weber doing color commentary for ESPN.

*The Mavs and Heat are both far better teams than I was giving them credit for prior to the season’s suspension.

With those quick observations serving as our backdrop, here’s SportsAttic’s picks for the remainder of the NBA Playoffs (and yes, I’m fully aware that Round 1 is already well under way, and yes, I’m totally comfortable accepting any advantages that provides my selections).

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EAST Round 1

*Bucks over Magic, 4-1 — Too much of a talent differential here. Look for last night’s rout to be repeated three more times. But the wobble you saw from Milwaukee in Game 1 was real.

*Raptors over Nets, 4-0 — Yeah, not much of a stretch here. The Nets were a terrific story heading into the playoffs, but the Raptors are legit and then some, and the Nets have run out of steam.

*Celtics over 76ers, 4-1 — Game 3’s going on as I type this. The Sixers look like they may pull this one out, but even with Gordon Hayward hurt, the Celts have too much. Good bye, Brett Brown. Anyone know if Jeff Van Gundy likes cheesesteaks? Of course he does.

*Heat over Pacers, 4-2 — This is the only one I would have gone the other way on if I was picking before the Heat got out to their two-games-to-none series lead. Jimmy Butler in Eric Spoelstra’s system is one hell of a player, plus you’ve got to root for any team that has Andre Iguodala coming off the bench.

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WEST Round 1

*Lakers over Blazers, 4-3 — This is the pick that really pains me. I SOOOO want to see the Blazers send the Lakers packing, and before Lillard hurt his finger last night, I was ready to ride the Portland bandwagon as far as it would take me. But the Blazers’ margin for error here is too thin to overcome a less-than-100% Dame, and AD (not LeBron) will find a way to lead the Lakers into Round 2. The wear and tear of a tough, seven-game series is exactly what LeBron didn’t need, though (and yes, that makes me very happy).

*Clippers over Mavs, 4-2 — Being a year away, plus an unlucky, first-round draw doomed Dallas this year. But man, this is a team on a steep rise if only their two European stars can remain healthy. The Clippers are loaded, though.

*Jazz over Nuggets, 4-3 — Anyone else noticing just how strong the Western Conference is? A lot of folks had Denver as their dark horse title contender. And right now the Jazz look like they will not just blow out the Nuggets, but can seriously challenge either L.A. team. What happened to this whole Donovan Mitchell-Rudy Gobert feud? And welcome back, Mike Conley — props for going home for the birth of your child.

*Rockets over Thunder, 4-1 — Chris Paul was a minus-36 in OKC’s 13-point loss last night. Minus-36! Paul was a nice story, pre-Covid, rallying the undermanned Thunder after everyone had given up on them when they sold off Russ. Not anymore. If Mike D’Antoni can get away with not having to rush back Westbrook for this series, Houston could be a sleeper in Round 2.

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EAST Round 2

*Bucks over Heat, 4-2 — Pesky Miami will give Milwaukee fits, as the Bucks continue to search for the air of invincibility that marked their pre-Covid romp to the best record in the league. They’ll still be searching when this series concludes, despite advancing.

*Celtics over Raptors, 4-3 — I can’t wait for this series to happen. The Raptors are so well-coached, deep and balanced (not to mention the whole “we can do this without Kawhi” chip on the shoulder). But the Celtics have depth, too, plus the best player on the court in Jayson Tatum. Tatum will be the difference in a brawl of a series.

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WEST Round 2

*Jazz over Clippers, 4-3 — Okay, let’s start by saying how much I hope I’m right, and these two squads get to meet up. Donovan Mitchell’s coming out party turns Game 7 in favor of Utah, and look for Paul George to disappear once again when his teammates need him most.

*Lakers over Rockets, 4-2 — No, Mike D’Antoni will never win a championship. The Lakers twin superstars are big men that can also do everything their smaller, opposing twin superstars do. And that will carry the day for L.A. in a wildly entertaining series over the Russ and Beard Show. D’Antoni deserves better, but joins Brett Brown on the unemployment line after this one.

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EAST Finals

*Celtics over Bucks, 4-2 — Giannis is phenomenal, but this year’s NBA playoffs are rewarding depth and smart basketball over superstars. Hayward’s return proves too much as the Celtics just keep coming, and the Bucks go home knowing the virus cost them their best shot at a title before Giannis leaves for greener pastures.

WEST Finals

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*Jazz over Lakers, 4-2 — Who ya got? The team with the two superstars, or the underdog that shares the ball and goes nine deep? I’m going with team ball over the superstars, and it will be wonderful having LBJ watch the finals from his couch for the second year in a row.

NBA Finals

*Jazz over Celtics, 4-3 — No, not a chance. There’s absolutely zero way I’ll ever pick the Celtics to win it all. And in this crazy NBA season that will go into the books as simply 2019-20, why not roll with the team that’s never won it all, over the franchise with 17 banners hanging from the rafters?

Yeah, the NBA is back. And while I hate that the season was disrupted the way it was, the parity that has emerged here in August showcases just how many interesting and talented teams populate The Association these days.

Congrats in advance, Utah Jazz!

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What’s A Fan To Do?

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I saw on my phone yesterday afternoon that the Mets were only down 4-0 in the fourth inning against the Nationals, so I went to the cable guide and was overjoyed to see it was being carried on FS1 here in California.

I needed a boost. College football was folding before my very eyes (although apparently Nick Saban is confident he can protect his charges from the virus if only given the chance over the course of a full SEC schedule), Mets pitcher Marcus Stroman had opted out earlier in the day, and I was still digesting the latest scumbaggery coming from the despicable Houston Astros (now let’s see — who’s more critical to a baseball team during a shortened, every game magnified season, the loud mouth bench coach, or the starting outfielder with the rocket arm?).

But before I could put my remote back on the coffee table, the Mets were down 12-0, and I wondered if that meant they’d fallen out of their tie for the eighth and final National League playoff slot (participation trophies anyone?) by dropping to 7-10 on the season. And for only the thousandth time in the last few weeks I was forced to ask myself which is worse, no baseball, or being regularly tortured in this House of Horrors 2020 version of a MLB season, by my favorite, dysfunctional ball club.

For those paying attention, the loss did indeed drop the Mets out of the eight-hole and into no-playoffs oblivion, but will the season even make it to its conclusion? Anybody’s guess, but let’s just say it isn’t looking so hot right about now. And a mercy killing at this point may be the best outcome all of us baseball traditionalists can hope for.

Here’s a few reasons why

*As of last night’s close, the San Francisco Giants had played 18 games this year, are 7-11, and if the playoffs started today, would be on the outside looking in. The last NL team currently qualifying for the postseason, the St. Louis Cardinals, had played a grand total of five games so far, due to game cancellations courtesy of the coronavirus (which may or may not have been spread throughout the clubhouse by an ill-fated casino visit by some subset of the St. Louis players). That’s a thirteen-game delta, which might matter less if we thought the games would be made up. Unfortunately many of them will not, and ultimately playoff participation will be determined by winning percentage (a huge plus for the legions of Marlins fans out there).

SportsAttic aside: Normally the saying “if the playoffs started today” is simply for speculative purposes. In our bizarro MLB 2020 season, who knows, they might just fire up the playoffs tomorrow. It’s all about the coveted TV revenue, remember?

*Of course, one way to make up the games is with the scheduling of many double-headers. Except this year, double-headers only go seven innings. Whaaa? Yeah, it took me awhile, too. I don’t even know who such a flagrant bastardization of the rules favors (teams with deep bullpens, I suppose — damn Yankees), but I know for sure I hate it. With a passion. I know, I know, we’re trying to protect the pitchers (so play 14 innings in one day as opposed to 9?), but let’s see how hard an organization is looking out for their ace when they find themselves two games out with three to play a month or so from now. Look for the ace to be out there every day until his arm falls off, especially since at that point it would be too late for said ace to opt out.

*Oh yeah, and that opting out thing. I know all this was “collectively bargained,” but the fact that a player can hang around and manipulate his service time before heading home for the balance of the season seems like a really shitty option to me. In Stroman’s case, he “earned” his service time without ever suiting up for an actual game in 2020. What happens when teams that are hopelessly out of it begin seeing players heading home once they’ve crossed their pre-determined service time bogeys? Hell, you may see me on the mound as the player-starved league wheezes toward the home stretch in late-September. (And for the record, I will wear a mask while on the mound, and will absolutely head hunt anyone in a Yankee uniform that dares dig in against me.)

*I do find it interesting that despite all the change currently taking place within our national pastime, the more certain things also stay the same. The Yankees are in first place and seem a clear favorite to make it to the World Series. It’s August and the Mets are on the wrong side of playoff qualification. So my annual rite of passage that finds me spending more time rooting against the Yanks than for the Mets has begun. Freaking clockwork.

What about the rest of the world of sports?

*I mentioned previously that it appears the priest has been called to college football’s bedside, so now we turn our attention to whether they can somehow come up with a spring schedule to salvage something. I’m for that, mostly because of the time and effort put forth by the players, who shouldn’t have to lose a year of their sporting lives because of this damn virus. It seems like every passing day brings us another example of something treasured being stolen from someone in all walks of life. Here’s hoping they can put on the pads by March.

*But isn’t it interesting that the NFL seems content to march toward their regularly scheduled season? Really? I don’t see how they expect to proceed based on what we are seeing from baseball right now (a bubble for the NFL doesn’t seem a viable option). Yet there they go, with players reporting and the league-approved opt out window now closed for the players. Anyone else conjuring up a vision of a young boy whistling through a graveyard? Nope. They won’t pull it off. Not a chance.

*I stopped watching the NHL closely when they flushed an entire season because of the players strike back in 2004/2005. But back when I cared about hockey, I was a New Jersey Devils fan. And of course our arch enemies across the river were the New York Rangers. And talk about sports fan muscle memory! I was shocked by the level of satisfaction I felt in reading about how the Blueshirts were swept out of the NHL play-in session (or whatever they’re calling their pre-playoffs), by Carolina last week. “NINETEEN, NINETY-FOUR—-NINETEEN, NINETY-FOUR!” Not quite the same ring to it as “NINETEEN, FOOOOORTY,” but it will have to do.

*Just channel-surfed by an NBA pillow fight between the Sacramento Kings and the New Orleans Pelicans on TNT. Oh boy… Looked like a Vegas Summer League matchup to me. It took me a week just to be able to figure out how to identify players now that their names get second billing at the bottom of the backs of their jerseys, but even being able to see the last names didn’t help me tonight. Who are these guys?

*However, speaking of the NBA, the best entertainment in town continues to be Ernie, Kenny, Chuck and Shaq, and their hilarious NBA on TNT segments. A priceless moment occurred the other day when Shaq accosted Chuck for his prediction that not only would the Portland Trailblazers make the playoffs, but that they’d oust the top-seeded Lakers. Relying on the tried and true “best defense is a good offense” strategy, Chuck countered by reminding Shaq of his own prediction that the Brooklyn Nets would win a playoff series this year. A prediction Shaq then enthusiastically reaffirmed back to Chuck on camera. Chuck then asked Shaq to name three Nets players currently active and playing for Brooklyn during the restart. Despite Ernie’s whispered hints of “Caris LeVert” and “Joe Harris,” Shaq didn’t have a clue, offering only a mumbled “Kevin Durant” and “Kyrie Irving” in response. But that million-dollar, jokes-on-us-all, Shaq grin made for some well-needed, old-fashioned, sports fan fun.

So yeah, despite the bubbles and the no-names, the opt outs and the bizarro rules, keep ’em coming. Keep rolling the balls out there as long as you can, good folks of the NBA, MLB, NHL and NFL. I’ll tune in, even when the Mets are behind 14-2, because we lived through the alternative, and it was way worse.

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Say It Ain’t So, Yo

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I wonder if I’d feel differently if the Mets had begun the season 10-0, rather than their current 3-7?

When they won their opener (like they do pretty much every season) behind Jacob deGrom and a tie-breaking, two-years-in-the-making, home run from Yoenis Cespedes, I must admit I was feeling it. A little anyway.

Now? Not so much.

And not just because this Mets team we watch take the field is putting on display every flaw we have worried about for months now. Nope, I’ve thought a lot about this, and it’s bigger than just the customary pain of being a Mets fan.

I mean, what’s the better option here — no baseball to watch at all, or a truncated season with an absurd extra innings provision, and the despised DH in the lineup every game for every team, while your favorite squad twists a knife in your gut every night?

Answer: yeah, even in this Mets-nightmare, bastardized-rules version of a 60-game season, keep playing the games. Please.

But something’s missing. And I’m not just saying that because, try as I might, I can’t find the cardboard cutout I paid $100 bucks for in the stands when the A’s are playing at home.

I’ve been watching major league baseball games for over 50 years now (audible sigh). And not once in those 50 years have I ever been compelled to say “boy, if there weren’t fans in the stands, watching this game wouldn’t be nearly as much fun.”

Until now. The things we take for granted, ya know?

The Angels were playing at home yesterday afternoon, and in the bottom of the ninth, their catcher Jason Castro, absolutely crushed a fastball to the deepest part of the park. It caught the top of the wall on a line, before caroming back toward Astros centerfielder George Springer. Castro’s shot knocked in a run that tied up the game, which made me happy for several reasons:

  1. Any time something bad can happen to the Astros that could cost them a win, I’m in favor of it.
  2. In my new home, here in Southern California, the Angels are fast becoming my American League bandwagon club to root for.
  3. I really want to see Mike Trout make the playoffs this year, and given this absurd, 16-team, postseason format the regular season is wobbling toward, there’s a real chance, but the Angels need every win they can get.

Here’s the rub. Castro’s blast was met with crickets. The low hum of the piped in crowd noise in Anaheim isn’t programmed to explode if something positive happens for the home team. As best I can tell, it’s only purpose is to drown out the F-bombs coming from the opposing dugouts, but that’s beside the point.

What I’m driving at here is that the viewing experience during what should have been a moment of high drama, was badly lacking. It felt slightly less exciting than a spring training game. The Angels (doing a spot-on, west coast imitation of the Mets), stranded Castro on second, and the game progressed to extra innings.

And I turned off the game at that point, sickened by the announcers feigned enthusiasm about how this would be the first time the Angels got to try out the new extra innings format. Yup, the one with the go-ahead runner stationed at second. Yippee…

Yes, I’m a baseball fan, so I had to check Yahoo Sports on my phone later, and was happy to see the Angels had won the game (see reasons 1-3 above). But my heart wasn’t in it.

Meanwhile, 3000 miles away in Atlanta, the Mets showed up (contractually they have to, I suppose, but more on that in a second) in body only, going through the motions in losing once again to the Braves, while sinking deeper into last place (is anyone really checking standings?). It was clearly a dog-days-of-August effort, the only difference from prior years when the Mets have blatantly quit on their fans being that — yeah, that’s right — the season wasn’t even 10 games old yet!

It’s a familiar lament for Mets fans — whether it’s the agony of watching the bullpen flush a deGrom gem, or a huge lead built on the odd day the offense happens to show up — a pain we are all too familiar with, but willing to shoulder because there’s always the optimism of a better tomorrow whispering in our ear. That blind faith all too often gives way to the harsh realities of the following morning, though, when you root for the blue and orange.

And that’s why we all shook our heads in a synchronized, melancholy fashion, rehearsed over so many summers, when we got the news this morning that Yoenis Cespedes had no-showed for today’s game. We knew instinctively there would be no reasonable or rational explanation. We are the Mets after all, the franchise that blew up its 2006 World Series aspirations when our setup man got in a late-night taxi cab accident while searching for Cuban food.

GM Brodie Van Wagenen didn’t even try to sugar coat it with the press, before the Mets mercifully killed the Q&A with six reporters’ hands still in the air looking for answers. And then the Mets went out and rolled over again, barely competitive against a Braves team that will make this ridiculously wide-open playoff field largely due to the advantage of playing so many games against the New York Baseball Mets.

Say it ain’t so, Yo?

Wild boar chase? Golf cart accident? Fell off a horse? Calcium deposits on both heels that nobody knew about but would require season-ending surgery?

All we know for sure, as Mets fans, is that when the true backstory of this one comes out, it will be laughable, and beyond anything our imaginations could be capable of conjuring up. Sure, the Mets told us after the game that when the security detail went to Cespedes’ hotel to try and track him down, he was gone and his bags had been packed. And that his agent notified the team mid-game that the big slugger had decided to opt out of the season. But we all know there’s more. There’s always more when you root for the Mets.

Just wait.

Other observations around MLB at the 10-game mark:

*Did I miss where MLB decided that the Yankees would only play the downtrodden Orioles and Red Sox this regular season, as they tune up for playoff baseball?

*Did anybody else secretly wish that the Dodgers and Astros had been allowed to brawl to their hearts content the other night, after Joe Kelly threw at a couple of Houston hitters? I had a hard time deciding who to side with on that one, but wouldn’t have minded at all if a few haymakers had found their mark. In fact, I would have gladly forked over a $100 pay-per-view fee if I could have somehow been guaranteed that Justin Turner and Alex Correia would simultaneously connect with overhand rights, bloodying each other’s nose. A double-knockout worthy of the best Three Stooges reruns.

*I turned on an Indians-White Sox game the other day. No idea where the game was being played, but there was no one in the stands. The real question was, had there been no pandemic, would the attendance have been much different?

*Can somebody promise me if the season gets cancelled soon, it will still count as Pete Alonso’s sophomore jinx year?

*Whirling-Sterling (VA) Chris, the most diehard Expos fan I know, makes a compelling argument as to why the D.C. baseball club will once again contend for the 2020 title. Like I said, Chris’ argument is compelling, but the Baseball Gods don’t prescribe to logic. There is an enormous 2019 tab still to be paid by National fans everywhere, and it will be collected between now and October. Keep those 2019 highlight videos handy, Expos fans, this one’s going to sting.

*If the Marlins never make it back on the field, but aren’t officially DQ’d by MLB, does that mean they go in as one of the National League’s top seeds when playoffs come around? They’ve got a .667 winning percentage, folks. You can look it up.

*Poor Luis Rojas. For those of you wondering who that even is, he’s the lame duck Mets manager overseeing this calamitous 2020 campaign. A baseball lifer, Rojas needed at least a deep playoff run to stand a chance at returning in 2021, when the new Mets ownership group should be in place (God willing). Rojas could be a combination of Connie Mack and John McGraw for all I know, but based on what we’ve seen from his underachieving ball club, he has no shot. Not fair, but that’s the world of the New York Mets, Luis.

With this shit-show of a baseball season just getting started (and should it make it to the finish line, we can only imagine just how egregious the absurdities will have become), we need to harken back to Casey Stengel for some fundamental baseball wisdom to restore our faith in the grand old game:

“It’s a round ball, and a round bat, and you gotta hit it square.” 

Thanks, Casey, we needed that.

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Top 10 MLB Opening Night Takeaways

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We wake up this morning and look at the calendar. It’s late-July. Then we look at the baseball standings. The Yankees and Dodgers both won last night and are in first place in their respective divisions. Just as we suspected when spring training began back in February, right?

Not so fast…

Yeah, there’s a whole lot different about this 2020 baseball season, but ready or not, this new, speed-dating version of MLB has returned, and we’ve got games. And I’ll gladly take whatever this new season is over no baseball — not even close.

That’s our baseline, fellow baseball fans, here on the 24th of July (Happy Birthday, Mom!).

And yes, A-Rod still won’t shut up in the booth, and insists on doing all he can to make his every comment somehow be about him. And yeah, MLB commissioner Rob Manfred still looks like a psychopathic convict on a hunger strike. And yup, the sight of Gerrit Cole on the mound for the Yankees bums me out every bit as much as I suspected it would back when the Evil Empire signed him over the winter.

So all’s right with the world? Not by a long shot, no, but now that the games have begun, it feels awfully good to be able to put something out there that’s actually about live action (for the most part).

So here are the Top 10 SportsAttic Observations as we begin Day 2 of the 2020 baseball season:

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  1. Gerrit Cole looked really good last night. I guess that shouldn’t be a surprise, since the last time we saw him in game action he looked really good then, too. But one hit over five innings (and yeah, he hadn’t even peaked yet, and appeared capable of going much deeper into the game if that storm hadn’t hit)? Against the defending champs? On the road? After the truncated spring training 2.0 period? And all he does is come out looking like the lead candidate for this year’s AL Cy Young? For us Yankees-haters in the audience, I’m afraid we can put away the idea that Cole might pull an Ed Whitson and shrink from the scrutiny the pinstriped spotlight has occasionally blinded others with. Oh well.

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2. Even with DJ LeMahieu sitting out the opener, putting the finishing touches on his recovery from Coronavirus, that Bomber lineup looked more than formidable. But I’m sorry, when ESPN ran the mug shots of the Yankees starting nine last night, am I really the only one that thought Gary Sanchez and Luke Voit appear to be the human versions of the goons that used to work for the Hooded Claw, tormenting Penelope Pitstop during Saturday morning cartoon viewing?

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3. Poor Anthony Fauci. It seems this guy can’t catch a break. As I went to sleep, the good doctor was getting raked over the coals on social media for his first pitch effort last night (and yeah, it was 50 Cent-esque). But c’mon, give the guy a break. First of all, he’s 79. And second of all, did you see how spry he looked chasing down the home run balls from Giancarlo Stanton and Adam Eaton in the first inning last night? Talk about every kids dream — only fan in the ballpark as the dingers start getting launched into the seats!

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4. Despite my traditionalist leanings, I’ve been on board for the cardboard cutouts in the stands. That is until coverage shifted to Chavez Ravine last night, and the first ugly mug I’m forced to confront at Dodger Stadium is Tommy Lasorda. Even his cardboard doppelgänger can’t get enough of seeing himself on camera! How about a little Walter Alston to break it up for us, for crying out loud? Then again, one has to wonder if Dave Roberts’ cutout might do a better job bringing home a championship this year than the real life version the Dodgers continue to insist on bringing back every year as skipper. The window’s closing, Dodgers. Window’s closing…

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5. The biggest winner in ESPN’s broadcast booth last night was the recently-canned Jessica Mendoza. In the sportscaster version of Joe Biden’s Presidential campaign, Mendoza didn’t even need to leave her basement to increase her popularity quotient. She won simply by letting the world see how bad A-Rod and the guy who’s name I can never remember (but I know he’s there because he’s another who refuses to shut up) were in the two-man booth last night. I can’t say I was ever a big Mendoza fan either, but I’d gladly welcome her back in A-Rod’s stead. No brainer — are you listening ESPN bosses?

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6. I thought the Mets starting pitching issue back in February was one of too many starters and only five rotation slots? If that’s so, how in the world do I have to prepare myself for another season with Corey Oswalt on the hill every fifth day? Bring back Big Sexy — stat!

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7. I thought the Yankees idea (embraced by the Washington Nationals) of having all players and coaches kneel while touching a long black ribbon in a show of solidarity and support for the Black Lives Matter movement, was a thoughtful way to participate in the fight for racial equality. And I give MLB props for the BLM stamp on the pitchers mounds, as well. It felt like a highly visible, appropriate acknowledgment of the desire for much needed change without overwhelming the game itself. But did Mookie Betts really need to drop to a knee during the National Anthem one day after getting his $65 million dollar signing bonus as part of his $365 million dollar extension? Yes, by all means use your platform to be a change agent, Mooks, but wasn’t that accomplished by the coordinated efforts of your teammates and peers that included Morgan Freeman reading a statement about equality over the loudspeaker prior to the anthem? Well, at least he removed his cap…

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8. No, I don’t like expanding the playoffs to 16 teams. That’s more than half of all clubs getting into the postseason, folks. I know, the owners are worried about all that lost TV revenue the virus has cost them so far (God forbid it cause them to drop a peg or two on the next Forbes wealth ranking). Plus it will give the magnanimous billionaires a chance to assist the players in refilling their depleted financial coffers (yes, that’s tongue in cheek), but really? Do the division races even matter now? I know, I know, the top four teams in each league will get to play all three games (if necessary) at home in the first round of the expanded playoffs, but with no fans in the seats, how big an advantage is that really?

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9. Then again, as a Mets fan, I’ll gladly sign up for the eighth-seed in the National League playoffs right now. As long as we can throw Jake deGrom out there in Game 1, there isn’t a division winner in either league that will look forward to taking us on. Ya gotta be in it to win it, and the expanded format just increased the odds of a very Mets-like championship in this bizarro 2020 baseball season.

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10. Even in a losing effort, Max Scherzer is fun to watch on the mound. Nasty stuff still, even at this late point in his career, and his intensity is awesome. But despite Mad Max at the top of the rotation, has there ever been an easier defending champion to pick to miss the playoffs the following year than the 2020 Montreal Expos? Oops, I meant the Senators. Nationals? As if they needed one final reminder that the magic carpet ride of 2019 has ended in D.C., Juan Soto missing the opener after testing positive for the virus sure felt like an ominous sign.

And there’s still so much more to think about and consider as the rest of MLB launches today and tonight. Baseball is back, and here’s to not only the desperately needed distraction our national pastime provides, but to the hope that the season comes to a successful conclusion that coincides with either a vaccine, or some other clear evidence that the worst of this global pandemic is behind us.

We’d even put up with 60 games of Tommy Lasorda in the front row for that.

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