It ain't supposed to make sense; it's faith. Faith is something that you believe that nobody in his right mind would believe. Antediluvian rants on Archie Bunker's favorite baseball team combined with precognitive, precision surgeries on the underbelly of Mets faith.
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Of course when your buried neck deep in mediocrity and every day is another drudgery of explaining to the world the reasons why you try but just can't get it done, a victory is a nice diversion.Mets survive to struggle on another day and Duaner Sanchez, struck by a line drive, barely survives the mishapEven one wherein your winning pitcher is a guy who probably isn't even going to stay with the tea...
"We just looked sometimes lethargic. We have to be careful that doesn't become a pattern." says Jerry Manuel after last night's stinging 7-1 loss, like his manager's position is allowing him unique insight he didn't have as the bench coach. Be careful it doesn't become a pattern? Jerry where the fuck have you been the last two seasons? It's not in a danger of becoming a pattern, Jerry. It's already...
You figure it out. Oliver Perez, one of the more frustrating pitchers in baseball, is now 4-0 with a 1.21 ERA for the Mets when pitching against the Yankees and the Mets earned a deserved split of the Subway Series. Another one of those little mysteries of the universe, how Perez can seem so sweet some days and so utterly, devestatingly incompetent on others.Hitting the ground in anticipation of th...
With Johan Santana starting on fire, striking out five of the first nine batters he faced in three scoreless innings, the temptation to contemplate victory and greatness was ripe for the plucking.But for those of you who have watched the Mets at all this season, you know better.Johan to Wright: Whattacha wanna do dees afternoon, Davey? Wright to Johan: Oh, I dunno Johan, why don't we stand near the...
So typical of the Mets season.Game One, an afternoon shit-kicking punctuated by Carlos Delgado, the least likely of heroes.And this endless little caged mouse's exercise wheel spins again and the Mets come home to bedazzle their fans with a fresh form of malaise. Is it surprising, a brief high followed by a rapidly sinking low? It is the calling card of the 2008 Mets.There'll be no jumping out of h...