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.667 Beats 666

666 is SO 6/6/06. On June 7, it was all about .667.

Two outta three, two outta three, two outta three. If the Mets wanna do a three outta four this weekend, nobody here would argue the point. But after one hellish night, we'll take our two of three and pack for Phoenix with no complaints.

Win more series than you lose. When you lose a series, as we did to the Giants, pick yourself up, dust yourself off and start winning series all over again the way we just completed doing against the Dodgers. That's a habit to which we had grown accustomed when we were recently routinely (if often dramatically) taking two of three from the Yankees, two of three from the Phillies, two of three from the Marlins and two of three from the Diamondbacks. That's five series out of six. If that's a lifestyle choice, it's a good one.

The 666 thing, the business about omens and demons and whatnot, is the day before yesterday's news. Sure, Rafael Furcal is Satan for certain, but he was only one of nine opposing batters. Tom Glavine, pitching more than badly enough to lose, held up against the rest of the Dodger order just well enough to be rescued by his jury-rigged lineup. Glavine got a win he didn't really deserve? How's that for throwing the change-of-pace?

Any Met win is a great win but any Met win that includes major contributions from the village elder — Julio Franco starts, drives in two and scores a third from first — and the Milledge child — Lastings triples home Julio, homers home two more and guns down Garciaparra at second on a pea from left — eases gnawing concerns that this will be the roadtrip from hell. Or to hell. Hopefully, it will be just another visit to the dry heat of Arizona. 2-1 down, four to go.

One at a time and all that, but would a series sweep be too much to ask for? You know, just for the heck of it.

6 comments to .667 Beats 666

  • Anonymous

    Well, now they won't sweep…

  • Anonymous

    Road trips to the West Coast always seem to be nightmares. But I was glad to see them hold on last night. When the Dog tied it up, I thought we were toast, which would have been horrible coming off the game before.
    But maybe we can go into a 'Zona team in turmoil and kick some butt while they're pointing fingers.

  • Anonymous

    As unpleasant as the Desert can be, I don't think I need to remind anyone what happened last time we were there. 'Course, we don't have Jacobs anymore, but who's counting?

  • Anonymous

    Although, it'd be nice if the Mets were in town for Brooklyn-Queens Day.

  • Anonymous

    But a sweep would be showing up our opponents, and we wouldn't want to do that now, would we?

  • Anonymous

    Memo to The Baseball Gods:
    My request for a sweep should not be misinterpreted as wishing for the Mets to be swept. In fact, I rescind all thoughts of sweeps. I revert to my default position of playing each game one game at a time and declaring only tonight's game important as it is, in fact, the only game we are playing while we are playing it.
    (Cripes, what was I thinking?)