Hey, remember a few weeks ago when we were all ready to throw ourselves into the East River because of that series in Philly? WELL. Turns out it was probably the best thing that could have happened to the boys. Since that ABSOLUTE FUCKING NIGHTMARE, the Mets are 9-1. That’s nice. Just the perfect time to be playing your best ball of the whole season. This is the team we’ve been waiting for. Interestingly, this run coincides with Pedro’s return to the ballclub. Hm.
A very odd thing happened to me while watching the game last night. After the Mets scratched out a run against Tim Hudson (who was dealing) in the bottom of the first, I sat back and thought, “This shit is over.” Not that I wasn’t hoping for more runs, and not that I was entirely convinced Ollie would pitch without some hiccups–that sixth inning! Jesus, what an escape act–but the way the Mets and Braves have been going lately, there was no sense of doubt that crept into me. I knew the Mets would bring it when they needed to, and I knew the Braves would meekly take it (neither Jones was in the lineup either, boo hoo).
Bravo to Ollie’s gem, his 4-1 record this season against Atlanta, for the fact that he did not meltdown finallyforoncethankgod, that he kept his focus and concentration. Bravo to Jose Reyes getting on base twice, stealing a base, and scoring two runs (no pop-outs! Though I guess that’s hard to do when Hudson is pitching 78 groundballs in a row). Bravo to (MVP!MVP!) David Wright for getting the only elevation off Hudson all night, hitting his career high 28th home run to provide the difference. Bravo to the resurgence of Aaron Heilman and the re-emergence of Billy Wagner. Bravo to Beltran’s sliding catch to rob Smirky Pièce de Merde for the final out. Bravo to the crowd for their Mock Tomahawk Chop (what can I say, I’m easily amused). Bravo to the Mets for putting what seems to be the final nail in the coffin for the Bravos.