Look, it could be worse. The Mets have played in cataclysmic conditions almost every night this season (save for a blissful trip to Miami and a cameo appearance by spring Friday night). But they have only been postponed once.
Look no further than the Yankees, who have now had three games banged, including two out of three in Detroit, and at the risk of sounding like one of Those Guys, is there anything worse than being in Detroit for a weekend with nothing to do?
Well, actually …
The good citizens of Minneapolis might raise their hands at that one, because they just had about 2 feet of April snow bury their fair city all weekend, meaning all three games of the Twins-White Sox series were called off.
It’s enough to make even a Hall of Famer chafe.
“I know there are a lot of things for people to consider when putting together a schedule, and it’s not just us this year, so it’s not unique to us,” Paul Molitor said. “So, I don’t know. Sometimes it would be nice if we were a little more … creative.”
So, no: the Mets have basically just had to endure.
Still … baby, it’s cold outside.
And it’s just not supposed to be this cold outside.
“I wouldn’t say we have the best cold-weather team in the world,” Mets manager Mickey Callaway said a few hours before his team would open up a three-game series with the Nationals at Citi Field (of course, at 12-2 heading into the game, he could have fooled us).
“[Todd] Frazier, it doesn’t seem to bother him. He’s from here, he’s used to it. We have to just be more prepared going out there each day, make sure nobody gets injured because the weather’s been pretty brutal.”
Of course, brutal weather does have its lighter side.
There have been, for instance, more snowball fights this April on baseball fields covered in tarpaulins than at any time dating back to Abner Doubleday and Alexander Cartwright and all of the other inventors of baseball (who didn’t really invent baseball). Even the Sabermatricians have gotten involved, devising a new advanced metric called IT2fctPBB (short for “It’s Too [Darned] Cold to Play Base Ball).
(NOTE: That is a joke, and not an especially good one, but how many people do YOU know who can be funny and shiver at the same time?)
Jay Bruce can see the absurdity in it. He sees other things, too. He sees mercury dipping below 40 degrees. He sees his own breath an awful lot. He sees pitchers blowing on their hands on the mound before every pitch.
Of course, he also sees the outfits some of his fellow major leaguers wear onto the field — some with turtlenecks (which doesn’t seem all that outrageous) and some with hoodies (which seems awfully ridiculous) and some with those masks that cover half their faces and make them look like Jesse James staking out a bank.
He smiles about that.
“I’m not going to cast aspersions on how some guys choose to prepare themselves for playing in cold weather,” he says, and the smile becomes a chuckle.
“Personally, I subscribe to the old mind-over-matter adage,” he says, and the chuckle becomes a laugh, and a shake of the head.
He is asked, “Would you ever wear a hoodie and a mask on a baseball field?”
And the laugh becomes a roar.
“Only,” he said, “if I were playing a game in Antarctica.”
And then, quickly, he repeats: “I’m not going to cast aspersions on how some guys choose to prepare themselves for playing in cold weather,” although you can figure out that he feels that players who wear parkas and earmuffs deliver the same message as those who try to shake out their arms and legs when they’re plunked by a fastball.
“Guys do what they have to do,” Bruce said, smiling, and of course he was smiling. He had the night off. There’s heat in the clubhouse.
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