Baseball’s fun when you’re winning. And, for the Mets, taking 13 of their last 21 is about as good as it’s been in a long time. Jeremy Hefner is a big part of that recent success. Who you may ask? Even most serious baseball fans can be excused for not being familiar with Hefner. Prior to the last month, he’s been a borderline major leaguer at best. In fact, I’d always questioned how anyone could view him as anything but a quadruple-A pitcher.
Well, something changed. Hefner credits a tweak in mechanics. Whatever the cause, Hef boasts the best ERA in all of baseball since June 4th and has solidified his rotation spot in the process. It’s a nice story, which is one reason Jeremy was the subject of the pre-game dugout interview on tonight’s SNY broadcast prior to the Mets tilt with the Giants.
His teammates decided to “honor” this unique moment in Hefner’s big league career by photo-bombing the sh*t out of him. Usually, I’d be one to call on this practice as dumb and played out. However, it was great to see what is clearly becoming a fun-loving and loose (but tight-knit) clubhouse having some fun in a way that showed how happy they were for the kid. The effort was impressive in its continuity and creativity. It seemed everyone was involved, although relievers David Aardsma and Latroy Hawkins led the charge.
And while Aardsma and Hawkins certainly brought it (Hawkins did the old row-your-boat as well), Mets outfielder Kirk Nieuwenheis really raised the bar. This creepy-eyed look finished off a slow, elevator-rising approach prior to the bug look at camera level. Really well executed. Wish I had the video. This image should provide a sense, though.
Well done, Metros. Well. Done. All around.
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