Rangers Whipping Boy For A Day

Here's the season summarised in a nut shell.


Here's everyone's worst nightmare.

The Mets finally win a game with a little breathing room to spare, knocking back a sad sack side like the Texas Rangers by a 7-1 margin only to be overshadowed by a 20-2 pasting by the Phillies over the Cardinals.


What, a hit or two and suddenly the world's a lovely place? Capture this, you won't see Delgado smiling again.

Nevertheless, Oliver Perez had his second successful outing in a row, looking almost Pelfreyesque with his domination but that only means that we all know his next outing is going to be the worst of his career (yes, try and top that 1/3 of an inning outing a few starts ago...


And look, even Olly is allowed to enter the dugout after an inning without a grimace on his face.

Now, if you wanted to get crazy and look at Pelfrey and Perez suddenly as the staff aces given their last few outings, you could make an argument for temporary insanity but the two can clearly pitch when they put their minds to it. That's what makes it all the more frustrating in the long run.

The lead was big enough this time around to make sure Billy Hillybilly and his fire-starting mates in the bullpen wouldn't have the opportunity to blow another game for the Mets.

And, a little icing on the cake, the Mets also announced they've got the Trots, picking up Trot Nixon from the D-Bags to assist in plugging the DL holes left in right AND left field by the injuries of both Moises Alou and Ryan Church.

Of course Nixon wasn't even playing in the Major Leagues which just shows you how barren the Mets' farm system is that they had to pay to dip into somebody elses' for a simple outfielder. Nixon, 34, was batting .309 with 10 home runs for Triple-A Tucson.