WASHINGTON – They are, officially, praying for miracles now.
Yes. You read that correctly. As the Mets prepared for the second game of this “awfully important” – their words – series with the Nationals Tuesday night, several players were playing cards in the middle of the visitor’s clubhouse at Nationals Park. Jacob deGrom was losing himself under headphones. A TV with the baseball network played a constant loop of highlights.
And Michael Cuddyer, freshly medicated for a second straight day, walked diagonally from one off-limits area to another, smiling affably, chatting easily, but limping like James Caan might have in “Misery” if he’d ever gotten out of the wheelchair.