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Get Me to a New York Hospital

The Mets played in Pittsburgh Friday night versus the struggling Pirates.

The Mets played in Pittsburgh Friday night versus the struggling Pirates.

It was a beautiful night for baseball at glorious PNC Park.

It was a beautiful night for baseball at glorious PNC Park.

The Mets jumped out to an early lead.

The Mets jumped out to an early lead.

Victor Zambrano pitched eight brilliant innings.

Victor Zambrano pitched eight brilliant innings.

Despite some questionable baserunning, there was no stopping the Mets.

Bad baserunning was just the beginning of the Mets' troubles.

Ramon Castro had hit a big home run and contributed to some insurance tallies in the top of the ninth.

Ramon Castro got confused on a ball that hit off the wall and with some help from Manny Acta got himself thrown out at home to kill what should have been a bigger inning.

Aaron Heilman came in in the ninth to preserve the win for Zambrano.

Heilman didn't look at all sharp and managed to load the bases.

Braden Looper entered with the bases loaded and two outs. He had a four-run lead and needed to retire just a single batter, a simple task for such an accomplished closer.

Braden Looper couldn't get one fucking out.

Looper toyed with the overmatched Tike Redman.

Looper couldn't get his fastball past freaking Tike Redman who fouled off pitch after pitch until, on the twelfth pitch, he singled home two runs.

Up 5-3, Looper would close the game against ex-Met Matt Lawton.

Freaking Lawton, who never should've been a Met in the first place, drove a sinking liner into left.

Cliff Floyd, overlooked as an All-Star but playing great defense lately, moved in on the ball and ended the game with a neat catch.

Cliff Floyd, looking like a goddamn Little Leaguer out there, first seemed to lose sight of the ball then tried to dive for it and then let it go by him which allowed the tying run to score.

In the top of the tenth, the Mets took the measure of Jose Mesa and regained the lead off the shaky veteran reliever.

It took all of five pitches for Mesa to get the Mets in order.

Looper regained his composure when he started the bottom of the tenth.

Why the fuck was Looper on the mound to start the tenth? Ohmigod, it was like watching Byung-Hyun Kim out there!

With one out, Rob Mackowiak grounded out to second, Cairo to Offerman.

Cairo freaking rushed his throw and it sailed ten feet wide of Offerman who never should be allowed to play first base under any circumstances. It went into the camera box and Mackowiak wound up on second. Natch.

With two out, the Mets elected to walk Daryle Ward and pitch to the little-known Humberto Cota. The percentages said this was the correct move.

Humberto Cota, whoever the fuck he is, singled home the winning run. The Mets, having led 5-1 with two out in the ninth lost 6-5 in ten. According to ESPN, it was the first time the Mets had blown a lead of that size at that juncture of a game since Neil Allen gave up a game-winning grand slam to Bo Diaz in 1983.

The win sent the Mets on the roll many of their fans said was just a matter of time in coming, making the predictions of those who wanted to “throw in the towel” on 2005 seem premature.

Empty the freaking linen closet.

11 comments to Get Me to a New York Hospital

  • Anonymous

    Thanks for the great post. Made me laugh till I cried.I have never been so upset/angry/mad/pissed off/upset/out-of-my-mind with a Mets loss, probably since Neil Allen gave up that homer. My question is why the hell wasn't Roberto “Lights Out” Hernandez in there instead of Heilman. And then in the 10th . . . still Looper? Unreal. Truly faith and fear!! Metsy in CO

  • Anonymous

    Why 11 fastballs in a row to a stiff named Tike? I mean, the score is 5-1, sure the bases are loaded and the count is 3-2, but that's not the time to pitch like its a one run game. How about hit the guy in the back, or throw the ball in the stands. Let in one run. Then its 5-2, and you get to face a NEW batter and the count is 0-0. But no, 11 fastballs in a row. Finally Tike gets his timing down and singles in two runs. OK. Score is 5-3. Two men on. Only need one out. Why throw a meatball?
    Let's face it. Looper just isn't that good. Heilman was misused to start the 9th. But where is the leadership on this team? You men no one , I mean NO ONE on the field, in the dugout, anywhere had the brains to figure with the score 5-1 and the bases loaded, that maybe, just maybe after all those pitches, just give up a run for ball 4, and start over with the next hitter and a new count?

  • Anonymous

    A NY Hospital would have put me in the psyco ward last night. I ranted and raved and had to resort to “medication” to calm down. By far the worst Met loss this year. Heilman didn't have it…Looper just DOESNT HAVE AN OUT PITCH!!!!!!! which kills me in general Excuse me, but what is the job description of a closer? Does he EVER strike anyone out???? Baserunning idiocy…coaching failures….a total implosion…….How do you pick up the pieces here?

  • Anonymous

    Holy shit, that's funny. Worst loss followed by best post. Do you worry that in the event the Mets become a consistently good, winning organization (hahahahahahaha) that you'll turn into a hack?

  • Anonymous

    I'm sure I scared the neighborhood half to death with my yelling as I watched yet another brilliant Zambrano performance go straight down the crapper. And how bad is your closer if you're screaming at the manager NOT to take out a reliever who's just loaded the bases in the 9th?!
    It's been a long time since I was THAT FRIGGING PISSED OFF at the Mets, and it hasn't subsided one iota in the cold light of day. I'm not even sure I can look at their faces tonight. Not unless I can score some illicit blood pressure medication by gametime.

  • Anonymous

    Strangely enough, we never factored sustained Mets competence into our business plan.

  • Anonymous

    Which is just as well, I guess.
    “Contentment and Bliss in Flushing” not only lacks the current blog's alliterative quality, but is pretty well bereft of verve and panache.

  • Anonymous

    Verve and panache? You mean like with Homulus the Mute?
    Why couldn't it have been Damn Yankees?

  • Anonymous

    Busted. Unknown to my roommate, I've been surreptitiously having him ghost-write my comments. My secretary was so proud of me for a change.
    (I just knew you were an Odd Couple guy.)

  • Anonymous

    Bright and bouncy.
    –New York Herald

  • Anonymous

    verve and panache are the lap dance backups to mystique and aura.