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Game 132 - Mets

Phillies 3, Mets 2
Record: 73-59

Today's title refers both to the vulgarity of all language I am steadily using in reference to the New York Mets as well as the 2-run ceiling through which the Mets cannot seem to break. Add in elements such as the critical nature of these games and the fact that they are playing in perhaps the most moronically small ballpark not engineered for WIFFLE purposes, and it's stupefying.

Add into the mix how they lost last night, with Marlon Anderson's right-idea, wrong-execution interference play costing them Endy's tying run . . . it's maddening. Add in the fact that the Mets are unable to do a damn thing against a bullpen even worse than their own. Add in that Jose Reyes has reached base twice in this series, and he's been picked off both times. Add in his malaise in the field and down the first-base line. It's double-fist-clenching time in the Township.

Add in me parting with 50 bucks, even for the right reasons. Add in a lead dwindling away to nothing. It's the new Mets, a team finding new (and creative) ways to lose ballgames when it matters most.

Total all of that frustration. Add it up, as Gordon once crooned/whined, and it's a number far larger than 2 on the scale of "How pissed are we?" Until the Mets can muster more than two runs in Ballpark By Fisher-Price, that number's only going to skyrocket. As opposed to my word count, which is going to remain right here.