If the Mets were in the National League West, they'd be a half-game out of first. And the commute home would be a bitch, so never mind. But we just did a pretty neat job of sweeping a first-place team on the back of the most foreboding pitching matchup since Heilman vs. Beckett.
This game of baseball — one never knows, do one? A blowout in your back pocket before three o'clock in the afternoon…at the expense of an All-Star starting pitcher, no less. It was a bad day for assumptions. It was a good day for the previously damned.
Ishii lives! (But if he misses the plane to Denver, that wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.) Willie suggested Kaz got the start because he's had some success against the San Diegoites in the past. You mean that studying precedents and planning around them actually works?
Benito Santiago has abandoned his Norfolk post knowing that the backup catching juggernaut known as Ramon Castro is powerful and unyielding. He could use a blow, though. Maybe Piazza can fill in for Ramon for the next four days.
Ted Robinson told a sweet story about how a righteous Gerald Williams stood up for a callow Bernie Williams against a taunting Mel Hall in a tense clubhouse situation long ago. His “great teammate” attributes continue to trump his “washed-up” qualities where Willie (who witnessed the aforementioned morality play) is concerned. If the GW bridges some unseen gap between Mets and makes 12-0 wins possible, then I will cease mocking him as the human white flag of surrender. Until we lose four in a row.
The heretofore rusty Doug Mientkiewicz got well against some chump named Peavy…oh crap, we play them out there next month and I just provided him with bulletin board material. Go take it out on the Phillies, Padres. Then forget about us.
Thus unfurls the complexity of a league full of competitors. Today's enemy is tomorrow's ally. I have just rooted home Odalis Perez and the Dodgers in Philadelphia so we could touch down in third for the night. By the time the 5 o'clock whistle blows on Friday (and everybody's working for the weekend), Los Angelinos will be the objects of our disaffection. And, yes, we'll need those can't-dress-themselves Friars to cook on our behalf.
You stay classy, San Diego. And thanks for stopping by.
The Padres can kiss my butt. But I'd prefer it if they'd change into different uniforms before doing so. (What color IS that, anyway?!)
Now listen up, you currently high-falutin' Mets… RUNS FOR VICTOR!!!! Or else!!!!