I sat here Saturday night and declared we had all the starting pitching we could possibly use right inside our three blue walls.
Since then, we've given up eight runs a game.
I opined last night that Paul Lo Duca, not Mike Piazza, is the best possible catcher we could have right now.
Then tonight's game ends with the bases loaded, Lo Duca at bat and a defensive inside-out swing that sends Bobby Howry's slider to nest in Neifi Perez's glove.
Our pitching's gone to seed.
Lo Duca didn't deliver.
I'm a little nervous about spotting any good of consequence in anything I see from the Mets.
Thus, consider the source when I tell you that Tom Glavine has really great hair.
No kidding. I see him surrounded by microphones and notepads offering up explanations like they're fastballs high in the strike zone after these losses, and I'm like, “man, that guy looks pretty good.” Looks better in the clubhouse than on the mound lately. I generally don't notice these things, but it's a shame he has to wear a cap.
If he comes out bald next week, he can blame me. But if his hair is all we lose, then we'll be all right.