Rooting for Atlanta...

I never thought I would do this, but I need to win something tonight. I am rooting for the status quo and hence, an Atlanta victory. Yee haw - 10-6.

Chop, chop. Status quo intact.

No need to tell you what happened with the Mets. At this point, I am praying for a Dewey defeats Truman type of sitch. Sorry for the bad analogy, it's all I've got.

V is for....

Victory, as in a 3-2 win over the Braves (who are sinking faster than Senator Larry Craig); Valuable, as in David Wright as a possible MVP with a sweet homer last night; and Victory again for Oli, as he struts his stuff trying to score a playoff spot. Yes fans, I am admitting today that what once seemed just out of reach may just be on the horizon.

We still have to get through the rest of the Braves and the Phillies. But we're playing some vicious ball.

Swept Away

The Mets are sweeping me away. And I can only hope after this week, they are closer to sweeping away the division.

I was in a discussion with the yucky Yankee fans at work and they brought up a great point... the Mets are easily the best team in the NL, probably the only team (when they are playing well) that can compete with the best of the AL. I agree, particularly, because of our hitting. The NL West is most certainly a highly competitive division, but that is because of the great pitching.

Let's hope the bats are movin' around like Fred Thompson's campaign staff. And that would be alot.

L'Chaim!

Before I get into baseball, a note for you non Jews out there... L'Chaim is a toast that means "to life". If you're a non-Jew rooting for the Mets who is reading this blog and don't know what L'Chaim means, please leave me a comment as I cannot believe you exist.

And we've got a lot to toast.... the sweep, Pedro back and doing alright (fully report in the morn). Bats that are alive and well. We're 5 games up after Atlanta beat Philly, the poetic justice of which I cannot even begin to write about.

All good. And guess who else lost today? The AL Wildcard is gonna be a nail biter. No gloating, just sayin'.

Now I realize this can all fall in a la last week; I just want to enjoy this moment. Delish.

It's the 9th Inning...

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.

Meet the Mets, Again!

Now I don't want to get out of control. But last night's 7-1 win over the Braves is what I (and all of you, frankly) have been salivating for all season.

We're back baby! Meet the Mets, Meet the Mets... If you need me to tell you the rest, I can. My mother used to sing it to me when I was a kid.

All the boys were back -Jose, Johnny M, and most important Carlos D's three run homer, the spark that set it all off.

I'm happy. Let's hope we see more of it later today.

Tomorrow is Another Day

I was at work today monitoring the disaster game. I am crazed, as I am about to be out of town all next week for work (don't worry, I promise road blogging) and watching the score go up and down like a roller coaster. To make it worse, I was surrounded by giddy Yankee fans.

Now it should be known that I hate roller coasters. If someone asks me to go on one, I typically will with the end result being my face in a garbage can less than a half hour later. You'd think I would learn and not do this, but like a jackass I try and try thinking the end result will be different. It never is.

That's how today's game felt, but more disturbing than that is how baseball is starting to make me feel. This is worse than an Election Day to me. I can't take the drama, I can't take the agony, I can't take the pain.

I would probably just give up after last night (courtesy of the shamen) and today (courtesy of pitching problems), but I can't. We were hitting like we should and Pedro is back in another week or so. Plus, I have made it this damn far. It's September for gawd's sake and we are still in first place.

I know we're off to Atlanta, so as Scarlett said, "Tomorrow is another day".