Like leaving for work in the rain, a Kyle Kendrick start leaves you expecting to suffer. You stand in the doorway of a furious maelstrom, as your dog and the mailman soar past; the torrential downpour unrelenting; the skies a shittiest shade of blackened, skyward hell. And, like during Kyle’s initial stretch backward in the top of the first, you work up the nerve to proceed.
Only this isn’t just the 23 steps to your car port. It’s nine innings of what most quality therapists would refer to as “insanity.”
Mets 4, Phillies 3
The source of blame irrationally relies on the concept of time. How long after a Kyle Kendrick start begins do we blame Kyle? How long before it is the fault of the bats not going and not the fault of the pitcher not succeeding?
And if you can untie that sentence, please continue.
The big question is, at what point does “Ugggh Kendrick” become “Ugggh run support”? And your answer is, as early as the third, and as late as right now.
Kyle wasted little time.
After giving up a run in the first inning, expectations were, for lack of a better word, “drunk.” And “angry.” Which is fine, if its the bottom of the 7th and they’ve just closed the concession stands. But there were still several innings of what looked to be fecal pitching ahead, and booze was readily available.
Top 2 and it was LOLMets time, starring an Ike Davis throwing error and a Jose Reyes deflection error. But then it was LOL-former Mets time as Brian Schneider rolled right into a double play. The early innings posed little celebrations in the direction of the Phillies offense, proving once more they can flip it on and off at will, the only question being why they would want it the hell off.
Another inning, another run, and Kyle walked through his final two innings giving up five hits, two runs, two walks, and one very lonely strike out, lost amidst a rivalry once raucous, and now still and stagnant like rain water in the tarp of an above ground pool.
Here was where it was believed that this game was a job for the bullpen.
Like most others, it wasn’t, and the Mets tacked on two more, while getting 6-hit by the Phils’ relievers. But I cannot imagine choosing between the please-oh-please bullpen and watching Kyle Kendrick trip over his own breaking ball; it would be like selecting which of your children to unplug from the ventilator, but in both cases, when the child wakes up, he’s going to give up a bundle of base hits the the New York Mets.
It sucks, I mean.
Phillies fans tend to split in regards to Kendrick. There are those of us with the right idea; to hope Kyle improves, for his own sake, but who are probably stalking the television with a mostly-empty whiskey bottle, swearing at his every twitch.
Then are those who baby him, but not out of pity or faith. It’s more like the day more people grew sickened with Kyle than were hopeful for him, there arose a new majority in the KK argument. We tended to let ourselves bounce off his flagrant screw jobs and infrequent solidarity, basing the latest complaints or compliments on whatever Kyle had most recently been the culprit or savior of.
But one day, he must have tossed the debate in a harsly negative direction. Most of us bowed before reason and decided enough was enough; Kyle would have to pitch his ass off to gain our trust back.
And then, there are some people who just like to make sure you know that they have taken up with the snarling revolutionaries. The revolution, in this case, being televised, and often, very hard to watch.
Good for you.
Better luck next time, Kyle. Baseball is much, much harder when the team you are on can’t score.
TBOH IS ON TWITTER, PEOPLE. TWITTER. THE SOONER YOU ACCEPT THAT, THE SOONER WE CAN ALL MOVE ON.