Misery Loves Company: Two Guys Watch Baseball

Game 45 - Mets

Phillies 11, Mets 7
Record: 19-26

By the time I was able to tune this one in, it was 11-4. I figured it'd been a blowout all the way, only to learn later that it had been a 4-0 Mets lead into the 6th inning. Jae Seo got into a little trouble, David Weathers threw gasoline on the fire, Graeme Lloyd faced one batter (but got the loss), and then Pat Strange did his best Mike Bacsik/Jaime Cerda impression. (Hello again, Norfolk!) Had Art Howe been blessed with more resources or less inclination to let rookie pitchers fry, he might have kept it within reason so that the three tacked on by New York in the bottom of the 9th might've meant something. Oh, well, this game was Pat Burrell's. He kills the Mets more than Preston Wilson, the injury bug, and the New York Post combined. Tonight Al Leiter goes against Randy Wolf. Must win. This is not an overstatement. This is Naked Gun Ricardo Montalban remote control: "Must . . . win . . . "

Piazza may be done for the year. Might I be soon to follow?