It's Tom Glavine's chaining day. He's in. He's part of the family.
You don't have to love everybody in your family like he's your nephew David or your brother Mike. But you have to accept those who are your relations. At long last, three years in, I totally and fully recognize that Cousin Tom is a Met. I don't need to see any more DNA evidence, not after Thursday night's 11-strikeout, 2-hit gem that, along with some memorable slugging, clinched us .500 and a 10-game improvement over last year.
Welcome aboard, cuz. Looks like you've already made yourself at home.
The Manchurian Brave has been reassigned. In his stead, we have a future Hall of Famer on our hands with him and at long last I have no compunction about admitting it. Tom Glavine has 275 wins and in this past half-season, I see what puts him a cut above his contemporaries. He has adjusted to the shifting strike zone the way another Tom changed from power to finesse late in his career and it's been a joy and an education to behold. I actually can't wait to watch Tom Glavine pitch for the Mets in 2006.
Geez, I'm gushing like Betty Childs in Revenge of the Nerds. Maybe I am in love with a Brave.
I mean a Met. Definitely a Met.