Oops. Too late .
The way I see it, over the last 27-odd hours the score is Mets 18, Phillies/Marlins 13. So there!
If there was a silver lining to this one…uh, it was brief? David Wright showed he can take a walk, there's something. Victor Diaz showed he can hit the crap out of a baseball, and that he has, well, untapped speed. This time I predict he really will get benched — that's two careless kid mistakes in three games. I haven't seen enough TV to immediately be able to conjure up what a pissed-off Willie Randolph would look like, but I can picture Bobby Valentine having retreated from the top step with his arms folded, or Dallas Green — never better than when he was pissed — staring out at the field with his mouth hanging open. (I can't even remember what Art Howe looks like.) Victor lives up to the Little Manny nickname more and more everyday — he might hit the ball 430 feet, he might make a hideous botch of a fly ball, he might fall asleep on the basepaths, he might do all three. Whatever you get, he sure is watchable.
As for Aaron Heilman, well, we all knew that was coming, didn't we? Heck, Len Barker threw a perfect game once. Great story, too: After he pitched his perfect game, his grandmother said, “Tell Len I'm very proud of him. I hope he does better next time.”
Aaron, I hope you do better next time.
Poor Gary Cohen just had to name a Mets Nikon Player of the Game. After some hemming and hawing he gave it to…Braden Looper. Pretty much says it all. Tomorrow is a new day.