Game 100 - Mets
Phillies 8, Mets 6
You know, at some point, the Mets are going to get sick of letting the Phillies do this to them. At some point they're going to dedicate themselves to knocking those goofy smiles off the faces of the Phightins. At some point the manager, hitters, fielders, starters, relievers, even the base coaches and Mr. Met will all be on the same page and stop handing winnable losses to craptacular ne'er-do-wells like the Philadelphia Phillies.
Look, people, the city of Philadelphia hasn't won anything of merit in 25 years. The Arena Bowl is coming up, and the Philadelphia Soul is playing to give the Brotherly Lovers a serious uptick in the "thrill of victory" department. Why do you, Metmen, seem to want to reverse that glorious tradition single-handedly?
Isn't enough that's you've singularly resuscitated that doofus Pat Burrell's career not once but three times? Then you have to utterly propel them into the postseason last year? (Kudos to the flash-in-the-pan Rockies for dispatching this band of losers summarily like the Mets should've.) Now you've got to hand out smiles to every Pennsyltuckian this side of State College with another pants-wetting after a Santana start? Come on now.
I can only hope you plan to repeat the last series against these arseclowns -- you know, with a 10-game win-streak following a series-opening, Santana-started, blown-lead loss to the Philthies. In the meantime, sack up, stop letting them nancy-dance around like giggly half-a-sissies after you give the game away (Luis Aguayo, Wendell Kim has a few words for you), and develop a shoulder-chip, pronto.
That is all.