It Ain't Easy Watching Green
Sean Green was determined. He came in for the 8th and promptly loaded the bases. A miracle double play at the hands of Daniel Murphy gave fans hope that the Mets could preserve the tie and have a chance to win the game. Undaunted, Green took a deep breath and wild pitched the winning Diamond Back run in. Because sucking isn't just Sean Green's hobby; it's his vocation.
Green's partner in failure, Angel Pagan ritually hit nothing, going 0 for 5, and GIDP to end the game after Sullivan's pop up was Castilloed by the D-bags thirdbaseman. Sure many players contributed awful at-bats, but this game was winnable until Green made it his own. As a result, the Mets couldn't beat the equally dreadful Diamondbacks in a game that made the win streak officially a memory.
Here we can note that the team Sports Illustrated picked for the World Series championship is now growing beards until they climb back to .500. Omar Minaya quieted the storm of criticism on Friday by doing nothing whatsoever. Unless you count selecting shots of his pal Tony for his screensaver. Jose Reyes setbacked and I really can't imagine him coming back this season. The dream now would be that, after welcoming back a hobbled Beltran, a rusty Delgado, Countrytime, and Putz at some point in August, the Mets can somehow catapult an uninspiring crowd ahead of them for the wildcard. This next stretch of games is officially the no-man's land where either a miracle happens and unrealistic dreams come true, or the team is finally buried for good. It's a minor miracle that we're even still interested, but we're stuck with this goddamn motto:"You gotta believe," not "In August when the Mets are really out of it, you gotta spend more time with the kids," or "You Gotta Cut and Run."