Game Two: And Now The Bad News....

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 hotel windows tonight Pedro, you've had a great career.


Pedro tells the man upstairs if he doesn't start getting some love, he's going to cut him.


Now add insult to injury by allowing this muppet to stage his career comeback against the Mets.

So there you have it folks, a day/night doubleheader.

One massive win, one massive loss.

Just about where you'd expect it.