So last night I was curled up with my coffee, scrolling through the latest baseball scores like I always do after putting the kids to bed. Saw the Mets-Brewers matchup and thought “man, I need to see who actually showed up”. Fired up my clunky laptop – that dinosaur takes forever to boot – and went straight to the MLB stats page.
The Hunt Begins
Clicked through inning by inning first, yawned through the first three scoreless frames. Then bam! Fourth inning pops up and there’s Lindor’s name blinking at me with that RBI double. Started jotting down notes on my crumpled legal pad:
• Lindor: 2 RBIs
• Alonso: strikeout city early on
• McCann: surprise sacrifice fly
Nearly spilled coffee all over my keyboard when I scrolled to the Brewers’ seventh inning. Those Wisconsin boys came alive like someone flipped a switch! Renfroe’s homerun stat jumped out at me – 109 mph exit velocity, are you kidding me?
Numbers Don’t Lie
My eyes got glued to the pitching matchup. Verlander’s line looked rough as sandpaper at first glance: 4 earned runs through 6 innings. But then I noticed his 9 strikeouts hiding under the messy runs column. Meanwhile Burnes was dealing for Milwaukee – 7 Ks with only 2 walks. Made a little checkmark next to his name.
The real story showed up when I compared team stats though:
• Mets left 8 runners stranded
• Brewers went 3-for-9 with runners in scoring position
• That clutch Adames single in the eighth! Had to underline that twice.
Why This Matters
Honestly? My brother texted me during the seventh inning ranting about “another Mets collapse”. Wanted to see if the numbers backed up his meltdown. Turns out he wasn’t wrong – the Mets’ bullpen ERA after the seventh inning reads like a horror story. Sent him two screenshots and he just replied “told you so” with fifty crying emojis.
Final takeaway after squinting at stats till midnight? Alonso redeemed himself late, Burnes confirmed why he’s a Cy Young contender, and Lindor’s still the Mets’ MVP. My dog stared at me like I was nuts when I muttered “see?” to nobody at 1AM. Another typical baseball night!
