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Silly Imperfection

The “161-1″ winks are no longer valid. And I'd forget the 160-2 scenario based on precedent.
El Duque was outdueled by El Davies, El Andruw was his old octopus self and the inbred Braves foiled the Mets' bid to never, ever fall out of first place again. We seemed to have taken up permanent residence there after the third game of 2006. Now we're in (gasp!) second.
Maybe it's the Islanders' having shotout their way into the playoffs (it was a Melvin Mora week all around in Uniondale), maybe it's the impending premieres of The Sopranos and Entourage, maybe it's that I'm heading out in a few minutes to pick up Indian for dinner, maybe it's knowing Shea glorious Shea opens for business in 18 hours…but I'm not all that bothered.
We're 4-2 from the road. We could have been 6-0 but there was no way we could have been any worse than what we are now. The starting pitching has been acceptable-plus, often golden, since a week ago tonight. Everybody among the regulars has accomplished something lovely so far and most have done more. A little more hitting or a little more bullpen the last two days would have compensated for the shortcomings of one or the other, but it's a long season. They'll both take care of themselves.
When you're good, losing two out of three to your nominal archrivals at your erstwhile burial ground is just one of those things you learn to breathe through.
Beat the Phillies though, OK?

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