Not much to say on this glorious Labor Day. Pedro Martinez returned, looking pretty damn good in his five innings of work. Were it not for a cheapie first hit (how many goddam fucking swinging bunt slow rollers are going to stay fair against the Mets?!) and a line drive that Moises Alou lost in the sun, that first inning would have gone quickly, and saved Pedro from a few extra pitches (he was limited to 75-80 by Willie; he ended up throwing 76). Moises atoned for his goof by hitting a massive shot in the next frame, followed an inning later by a 2-run blast from (MVP!MVP!) David Wright, and a finally awake Carlos Delgado homer in the ninth for a good measure. In between, the boys kept tacking on runs, playing the kind of inspired baseball that makes you wonder why the hell they can’t just do this every game. The kind of inspired baseball they’ve played since Philly. This thing turned into a laugher, so much so that when Schoeneweis, Mota and Sele came in to pitch, I didn’t even break a sweat. Now that shit’s some confidence, lemme tell ya.
To top it all off, I actually cheered for the Braves today, as they took out Philly, giving the Mets a five game lead in the division. So: Phillies beat up the Mets, the Mets beat up the Braves, and the Braves (hopefully) beat up the Phillies? Sure, I’ll take that.