Look, just forget about that one.
Certainly Dillon Gee would like to.
I came out of Gee’s nightmare of a second inning thinking that Objects on Scoreboard Are Less Dire Than They Appear — several of the hits had just found holes, the Mets were driving balls off Cliff Lee, and it was Citizens Bank Park.
But then came Gee’s nightmare of a third inning, in which a quarter-mile worth of home runs did substantial harm to such optimism. It was the alternate path to the same lousy destination, speedy and overwhelming instead of gradual and cumulative, but equally awful. Would you rather fight one horse-sized duck or a hundred duck-sized horses? Gee can say he’s duked it out with the baseball version of both and neither one was pleasant.
At 7-0, well, you could still dream — but then Cliff Lee relaxed or found himself or remembered he was Cliff Lee, and then aside from the heroics of John Buck and the histrionics of Jordany Valdespin this one was over.
We’re still at the point in the season when you can remember every game and are just glad that baseball is a nightly habit again, meaning games like tonight’s don’t hurt so much as they’re just kind of annoying. 5-3 on the season, back at ’em tomorrow for the rubber game (weather permitting), grounds for optimism and all that.
But still, let’s have no more like this one, OK?