Feelin' Hot, Hot, Hot
What happened to the mediocre team I knew and loathed?
Some of us knew that, despite the flaws in this roster, the Mets had enough talent to compete and even win this division. But this is more than a little absurd. They've not only won nine games in a row, but they've won those games by a combined score of....wait for it....54-19. That's fifty-fucking-four to nine-fucking-teen. Not to mention four shutouts in the past week. Not to mention outhitting the Giants and the Rockies in the past six contests by a combined total of....wait for it again...58-20. Not to mention Mike Pelfrey suddenly looking like Randy Johnson circa 1995, not to mention Carlos Delgado mashing the ball, not to mention Jose Reyes "quietly" putting together an extremely solid season, not to mention Ollie Perez suddenly regaining his sanity, not to mention doing all this despite missing their starting LF, RF, and 2B....I'd say happy days are back at Shea.
My favorite win during this entire streak, without a doubt, was Friday night, when Ollie and Aaron Cook were locked up in a tight, crisply-played 1-1 contest until Damion Easley sent a rocket over the centerfield fence to put the Mets in front in the 8th. Prior to that, I was doing some serious yelling and fist-pumping as I watched AARON HEILMAN (of all people) whiff two consecutive Rockies to get out of a bases-loaded, 1-out jam in the 7th. Just a tremendously exciting game, one of those 1-run games that good teams will win and bad teams will lose (the Mets had lost a shitload of those games in the past 6 months). I made Flitgirl quite cross by refusing to go out to dinner until this one was over.
I'll send you into the All-Star break with the immortal words of Hall of Famer, prophet, seer, and all-around intellectual deity Joe Leonard Morgan, who uttered this timeless classic last night:
"If you pitch well, you hit well, and you play good defense, you'll win."
Everybody got that?