Believe

Now I know what it is like to be a Ron Paul operative. After yesterday's unbelievable Mets performance (for those of you not in the know 13-1 trouncing), I can only believe that it is my own delusions that are feeding any ideas of Mets grandeur.

I didn't watch, since it was a day game. But here's the quick recap: poor Oli left after the second inning when the Pirates... yes, the Pirates, scored SEVEN... yes seven, runs. But that was only meltdown #1. Sosa repeated the same performance just a couple of innings later. But this time, it was just 5 runs. While these problems are not new, they were just jacked up on steroids yesterday.

More disturbing were the number of errors. Chase downs, bad communication between players. Dude, where's the team that has dominated over the last two years? Trying not to freak out. It is only April and if you're gonna melt, this is the time. Plus, these guys are only human. And while we expect our ballplayers and our political figures to be absolutely perfect every time, I know they're all just human. So no yelling, no booing. Y'all are perfect on paper, now you all just need to believe it.

Rocky Road

Yesterday was free cone day at Ben and Jerry's, but I abstained since beach season is around the corner. However, I still got a dose of Rocky Road watching the Mets last night. And against the Pirates at that. Almost worse than watching a bungling against the Nats.

Ugly night. Crap throw by Reyes, bullpen dramas (Heilman continues on a trajectory that looks like Fred Thompson's presidential bid - doomed from the third week; two run scored off Billy Wagner; Sanchez loading the bases), and the usual high number of stranded runners.

After 11 innings, they won 5-4. That was the dessert.