Games 151 & 152 - Mets
Mets 9, Nationals 7
Mets 7, Nationals 2
½ GB PHL in the NL East, 1½ GA MIL for Wild Card
Ten to play, just on the outside looking in for the division, just on the inside looking out for the Wild Card. It was about time the Mets starting knocking off the Nats. Only in Game 4 of the series did they do so in convincing fashion, but wins is wins.
To borrow from an old SNL sketch called "The Ref Pitman Show":
Yeah, I just wanted to invite the Atlanta Braves to have sex with themselves. Because that's something, you know, that, as far as I'm concerned, they can go and do.
Here's to you assclowns for lying down and dying in front of the Philadelphia Phillies after stealing a pair against the Mets. May your feeble attempts to be proficient in your purported profession continue throughout the weekend.
Down a Tatis, down an Easley, looking to reclaim a Maine by next week. The Brew Crew has a pitifully easy week ahead. The Phils have the Miami-hot Marlins and the aforementioned crapathetic Braves.
Hang in there, men. Gotta play 'em one day at a time. Give it your best shot and, Good Lord willing, things'll work out.
[almost out the door, returns for a potshot...]
Hey, Bobby Cox, you douchebuckle, your Expected W-L is six games better than what you've accomplished. Don't you dare rectify that over the weekend. Thanks for nothing, Braves, you pantloads.