Indiana Jones and the Temple of Mets

Meet your Action Hero Mets.

In The Last Night of the Yankee Dynasty, Buster Olney wrote of David Cone: “His games often played out like action movies, with Cone in the starring role, scraping through one crisis or another, improvising and usually succeeding.”

So it has been with the Mets for two exciting weeks.

One fun, if nail-biting, aspect about this two-week stretch of winning for the Mets has been their propensity to court danger and then, like Indy himself, just scrape out of the way of the giant rolling boulder, the Flying Wing propeller, or the 2-out 4-run rally by the opposing team.

The Mets might not have been taking the beatings that Bruce Willis’ character did in the Die Hard movies, but like the erstwhile Detective McClane, they keep slipping out of tricky situations by the skin of their teeth (or, as the case was in some of those Die Hard flicks, the skin of their skin, but I digress).

It happened last night, with wall-banging catches by Jeff Francoeur and Jason Bay saving the day for Jonathan Niese in the second inning. Niese escaped that inning and went on to pitch brilliantly until leaving after 7 innings.

It happened Sunday, when Mike Pelfrey received a timely double-play in the third and the Mets received an even timlier downpour to take a rain-shortened victory over the Braves.

And it happened at seemingly various times with K-Rod, who, apart from his 5-out save last week against the Cubs, has not seemed to have full control of his stuff, but has nevertheless managed to escape some precarious 9th innings (if not a game-re-tying 19th inning).

Through it all, the Mets have won 11 of 13, including telling Tony LaRussa (way more smarmy than Hans Gruber) “Yippee Ki-Yay” and winning that 20-inning affair in St. Louis that still managed to drag less (and seemed to last shorter) than last summer’s 20-years-in-the-making but ultimately disappointing entry in the Indiana Jones franchise.

Sure, the heroes have had some help. Like any good action flick, the foes have bumbled just enough (excepting for exceptional thief Hans Gruber) to let the meddling kids, er, heroes eke through.

Like Indy climbing to the top of a dangling chopped-in-half rope bridge, or Det. McClane tying a fire hose around his waist to escape the exploding 40th floor, the Mets have been the ones standing on top when the final credits roll.

Cue the Raiders March.

Originally published May 1, 2010, 1:10 a.m. at my occasional baseball blog, Clutch Bingles.

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