Same deal as yesterday, except only one of the two games the Mets played. Specifically, the one I watched:

The Mets lost this one to the Marlins in the 10th inning, 3-2. It was heartbreaking, but mostly for Keith Hernandez, who pretty obviously wanted to get out of there and was hoping they’d just call it a tie after nine.

Ralph Kiner was in the SNY booth, and Ralph Kiner is awesome. He told Keith Hernandez, “time stops with you,” which made me hope Ralph knows something about Keith that I don’t yet. Perhaps Keith Hernandez has the power to control time, like Zack Morris or something.

Marlins’ reclamation project Hayden Penn has some crazy facial hair. It’s like a modified Colonel Sanders, only blonde — not white. Just calling it a mustache and soul patch wouldn’t be doing it justice; the mustache is real thick, almost hanging down over his lips in the Nietzche fashion.

On the Mets side of things, Jenrry Mejia was clearly the most impressive part. See below for more details, and keep in mind that all this means very little.

Jon Niese was pretty damn decent, too. He did allow three hits and two walks, but none of the hits were terribly well-struck, and he struck out five batters in his 2 2/3 innings. He threw his cutter a ton, which was cool, and still has all that movement on his curveball.

SNY had a gun going today, so we got some early returns on Ryota Igarashi’s fastball. He was sitting in the low 90s and pitched pretty well, except for an near-inexplicable home run to Emilio Bonifacio — Bone Face, to some — who only has one home run in 722 Major League plate appearances. Luckily, this one doesn’t count for anything.

Mike Hessman is huge. He looks like he can smash a ball. I really have to get to Buffalo this season to see him in a lineup with fellow Quad-A masher Val Pascucci. Also, why isn’t Pascucci in the big camp?

Kai Gronauer, a German dude who I thought was only in camp because teams need lots of catchers in camp, played DH today. And he got a hit. Bully for you, Kai Gronauer. Or as they say in German, herzlichen glückwunsch.

I don’t actually speak German. I just looked that up. Come tell me I’m wrong now, Internet.

Wilmer Flores had a hit, a single up the middle. So that’s cool.

Bobby Parnell gave up the decisive blast in the top of the 10th, a two-run opposite-field homer to Marlins’ prospect Michael Stanton. Stanton has a buttload of power, and also two names. I’m not entirely clear on the mechanics of this, but his baseball-reference page calls him “Giancarlo Cruz-Michael Stanton.”

If I had to pick between those names, I’d go with Giancarlo Cruz, mostly because I once attended a game that Mike Stanton the lefty reliever lost without even throwing a pitch. Serious. I was in Milwaukee, and Stanton was making his Nationals debut, I believe. He came in to a tie game with a runner on third in the bottom of the ninth. He promptly balked, forcing in the winning run. Only time I’ve ever seen that happen.

Anyway, it seems as though the Mets’ book on this Michael Stanton involved not throwing him any fastballs over the plate. Pedro Feliciano made it work for him, striking him out on three straight changeups in the dirt.

Parnell hung a breaking pitch over the middle and Stanton made him pay, jacking a line drive the opposite way and putting the Marlins ahead for good.

Luckily, it doesn’t matter even a little bit.