Citi Field - May 30 2015 - Mets/Marlins

I went directly from job to ballpark Saturday for Mets/Marlins. My co-worker Paul and I were perched way up high in section 526. The seats were conveniently shielded from a hot late afternoon sun.

Jon Niese started for the Metropolitans and stunk it up. If you’ve been to see the Mets this season, you’ve had a four in five chance of seeing a starter almost guaranteed worth the price of upper deck admission. Niese isn’t one of the five. But he’s under contract for seven mil this year and eight million next so he’s sticking around despite yet another dominant young arm in Steven Matz knocking on the door at triple-A Vegas.

To further dilute things, the Mets say they’ll experiment with a six-man rotation starting this week when New York goes west for a seven game road trip. Dillon Gee will be the sixth starter at least until the inevitable Matz call-up becomes impossible to resist. The Met brass views a six-man rotation as a way to protect the Dark Knight, Jake and Thor from exceeding non-disclosed inning limits believed to be 200 frames or less.

Six man rotations don’t usually work. Too much time between starts. We’ll see. If it means the young guns are all available should the Mets play October baseball, perhaps it’s a good gambit.

There will be no postseason however unless the middle infield can field the baseball. Shortstop Wilmer Flores and second baseman David Murphy both have sweet swings but neither can play the position. What should the Mets do? If the alarmists had their way, half the lineup would be exiled. I’m inclined to ride out both Murph and Flo the rest of the way. With David Wright’s back injury a potential career-ender (at least a disruptor), I think that’s the position that becomes the priority should the organization get solid word the Captain is done.

Eighth inning relief is also a huge problem. Whether it’s the Torres boys or Hansel Robles, nobody seems able to mind the gap between successful starter and Familia which is now prompting Terry Collins to ask his closer to get up to five outs. That’s gonna tax Familia and ruin a good thing.

The Mets ended up losing Saturday 9-5. I told Paulie top nine that Alex Torres should pitch around Giancarlo but Torres didn’t hear me from way up high. He served up a meatball that got way out into the second deck in left center. ESPN Stats and Info recorded the blast at 466 feet. That would make it the longest homer in Citi Field history if you believe the calculations coming from that outlet and its now absorbed predecessor Hit Tracker (founder Greg Ryberczyk). I’ve seen comparable shots at Citi from Ike Davis, Freddie Freeman and Adam Dunn but Mets radio broadcaster Howie Rose said Sunday that a home run by Mark Reynolds in August 2009 definitely had greater distance to his eye. Howie said the Reynolds homer during Citi’s inaugural season was “flat further than Stanton’s. No argument.”

The Marlins have found a legit leadoff man in Dee Gordon. He’s on a sustained tear and the Fish don’t even have to pay him this year. In an offseason trade only a handful of deep-pocketed teams like the Dodgers could make, Gordon and Dan Haren were handed to the Marlins in return for prospects. As part of the deal, the Dodgers fully absorb Gordon’s 2.5 mil salary and are on the hook for Haren’s 10 mil.

Just shy of the one-third mark of the regular season, Gordon is on pace for 245 hits and 63 swipes. He’s great defensively and the kind of true leadoff hitter not common in the game today as they once were. The Dodgers had a thing for Howie Kendrick which is what prompted the deal I guess but man, Gordon looks really good right now.

Despite the Met loss, I really enjoyed being out there Saturday. It was nice to be in the home park after the four games at Wrigley a few weeks ago. The contrast in crowd makeup and reaction to baseball plays is stark. Attendance Saturday was announced at 39,095. There were only scattered empties in the upper corners. A lotta families with young kids in the house. Chicken fingers were consumed all over my section. On the way in, staffers handed us Mets beach towels emblazoned with the logo of a major soft drink maker.

Fans waved the towels throughout. Some wrapped up in them late in the game when chilly wind gusts blew in off the bay.

-The release of a compelling collection of video images set to Kevin Morby’s tune “Parade” came out a few days ago in conjunction with the announcement Morby’s next record will come out on the Dead Oceans label. This development should in no way be seen as an affront to Woodsist, which put out Morby’s first two releases. The label switch likely reflects hope that Morby’s next record will bring a demand larger than Jeremy Earl’s one-man Woodsist shop can handle given Earl’s own multi-tasks at hand. Earl has said in the past he makes no dictates on continuing loyalty and cheers/encourages the success of artists who move to bigger, better or different platforms. Not to mention the unique and lasting friendship between Morby and Earl. Dead Oceans is run by big Morby and Woods fan Phil Waldorf. The label’s distribution strength (although I’m not sure how much that means these days) lies in its linkage to Secretly Canadian/Jagjaguwar. Dead Oceans put out Morby’s recent tour-mate Ryley Walker’s latest record and will handle the Euro release of Dan Bejar’s much-anticipated forthcoming Destroyer double record due this summer.

I exchanged goodbyes with my best friend in Brooklyn Sunday afternoon.

Shellshag’s matinee gig at St. Vitus in Greenpoint served as the soundtrack for what would be me and Marc’s last serious skull session as a duo before he moves to Philly in a couple weeks.

I’ve known Marc since 1983. We worked at the high school paper together. We went to college together. We were roommates for a stretch. We ingested the good stuff pretty consistently and saw a ton of rock and roll bands over the last 30-plus years.

So, it was appropriate that we closed the current chapter of the friendship with a good amount of booze and a rock band duo that sings about “two birds of a feather” and “growing old together.”

Why is my buddy leaving?

Marc’s wife accepted a new job in Philly. It rewards her talent and dedication. Marc is on board with the decision as is their daughter and away they go. Just like that.

Marc convinced me to move to NYC in 1997. He helped me get settled here. He showed me the ropes. He touted the virtues of Queens when everybody else was bent on living in Brooklyn. He inspired me out of ruts and he listened to and understood my unconventional take on work and workers and aspirations. He hosted all the big parties and rarely let a holiday pass without inviting me over to his place. He turned me into a Mike and the Mad Dog fan. And he converted me from a fussy eater into a guy who will try just about anything.

When he got busy with job and family, our get-togethers became more infrequent but it was of great comfort knowing he lived just three subway stops away. Just in case.

In a city where anonymity and independence are pervasive survival traits, there can be unnerving distance among one’s immediate neighbors. There’s not much warmth or chit-chat from residents in my building as I come and go. Only now that Marc’s leaving do I realize how important he’s been beyond the get-togethers.

What I’ll really miss is when something big happened in the city. When the towers went down. Or the electricity went out. Or Spitzer got busted. Or Bernie went Boom. Or Johan got the cheap no-no. He’d call me. And we’d sort it out and laugh about it or worry about it and get a kick out of the news coverage of it. We developed a mutual understanding and love of this city’s greatness and I thought there was no way he’d ever leave.

Now he’s about to go and it freaks me out.

He’s downplaying it. He says Philly is close. But it’s not really. Not three stops on the 7 train away.