Waiting to Exhale
It was something simple. A hot-shot rookie with five tools, loads of potential, didn’t even think before he did it.
He certainly deserved it after smacking a game-tying home run to keep the game going. To keep his team in it. So, innocently, instinctively … he did it.
And got chastised by his manager. Strongly. And he had to understand that it wasn’t so much what he did, but when he did it. The timing of it all.
The motto for this year is “The Team. The Time. The Mets.” Not yet.
As well-timed as the home run was, the reaction to it, the time of year it was, made it suspect at best. The rookie did what most of New York can’t do. What they know better than to do so early, before the fat lady singeth, before what Yogi Berra and Lenny Kravitz said actually happens: when over is really over.
The rookie messed up. He exhaled.


