I donâ€™t know about you but I had a very strange feeling watching the 4thinning of last nights Mets-Braves game. Here were the Mets putting an ass whipping on Derek Lowe and the hated Atlanta Braves and I should have been doing the Snoopy dance but it had no real big effect on me. Â Sure, it was a pleasure watching hit after hit (although I shook my head as Daniel Murphy made two of the three outs in the inning) but instead of being thrilled at the site of pinstriped Mets (have you noticed it has been a while since the Mets have worn the funeral black shirts? Has someone threaten Charlie Samuels with an ass kicking if they see black again? I sure hope so) crossing home plate eight times. I was more stunned that this expansion like lineup was even competitive.
A few years ago, Braves-Mets at Flushing would be a night of passion, now, eh I didnâ€™t even want a cigarette when the inning ended.
Please, please Bobby Ojeda stop Iâ€™m begging you TO STOP with the happy horseshit recaps after games. Stop acting like the Mets should be given some Medal of Honor for playing hard and trying to compete. All you are doing is embarrassing yourself by drinking the Skill Sets Kool-Aid. I know you desperately want to be the team pitching coach but donâ€™t lower yourself to be a court jester.
Soon to be GM of the Mets, John Ricco is accompanying Jeffey Skill Sets on his tour of the farm system. The last stop was in Bingo and Matt Cerrone has a link to a storywhere Ricco talks of the big teams injuries effecting the farmers. If Iâ€™m Omar Iâ€™d take my dry cleaning to a one-hour martinizer.
The Los Angles Angels Who Really Play in Anaheim hadÂ NINE .300 or better hitters in their lineup last night. Oh yeah, Iâ€™m on that Angels bandwagon baby!!!!!