Misery Loves Company: Two Guys Watch Baseball

Game 8 - Mets
Be Careful What You Wish For

Braves 6, Mets 1
Record: 4-4

It didn't look like they'd play, so I said. It didn't look like they should be playing. And it certainly didn't look like the Mets wanted to be playing. It rained for three days straight. It rained and rained and rained some more. It rained like a slow divorce, as they sang years ago. So what exactly were they doing playing baseball out there? I had hoped they might get this game in; soon thereafter I was cursing myself.

Ace John Thomson held the Mets' bats in check for eight innings. In truth, Thomson's a pretty good pitcher. Though he's been in the league for seven years and his next winning record (or ERA under 4.00) for a season will be his first, he's pitched for Colorado and Texas, two places where pitchers are humbled on a nightly basis. He also threw for the Mets a couple of years ago, a nondescript, mediocre pitcher on a nondescript, mediocre team. So he's paid more dues than the idiots in the union here in my Bureau.

On the flip side, rookie Tyler Yates stumbled after a great first outing. Not that he had anything resembling run support, anyway. Bad weather, bad idea to play (nice call, Mets), bad game. Shake it off. It's a beautiful day today, and Big Al is on the hill tonight against Horacio Ramirez and the Tomahawk Chumps once again.