And the Mets are on the verge of actually beating Atlanta 5-1 at the hands of Mike Pelfrey and Pedro Feliciano.
I'm not complaining, not at all. In fact, I am thrilled. Great hitting, solid pitching, lotsa K's. What is there to bitch about? Especially from pitchers who have given me more heartache than love all summer long.
A beautiful two game winning streak, at the expense of Atlanta. But why does it take the brink of failure to find greatness? This week was the verge of homelessness, with the last 2 days like winning the lottery. What do you do? You go shopping and hope it lasts.
Oh and P.S., the Mets won. No Billy W, but I am suffering too. In true Metfan form, I have a pain in my arm too.
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