Eventually today's game will be funny in some sort of sick, poetic justice kind of funny.
Like many games this season, today featured basically 0 offense for the Mets. The starting pitching was fantastic, the relief pitching was fantastic but it got a point that the Mets found themselves in the 14th inning with the game tied at 1. At this point, Jerry had to call on Oliver Perez, who hadn't been used since August 27th.
At this point in time, I knew what the story was going to be for this last game article. It was going to be an unreal bizzaro world where the villain on the Mets would get the win, or the villain on the Mets would cement himself in the role he has managed to put himself in this season. First batter he struck out (with a very sarcastic MVP chant to follow), then he managed to fill the bases and then walk in the winning run. HE WALKED IN THE WINNING RUN THAT ENDED 2010.
Seriously, how oddly, disgustingly, disturbingly fitting way for this season to end.
The Mets had many chances to win this game today, and thanks to the offense, the pen had to be perfect. The only pitcher who could possibly make the loss about him and not the bats would be Oliver Perez. By walking in the run, he ended the season in the most awful, but predictable way.
In other words, its like you are at a bar and you get into a sports talk with some random stranger. And you know the guy is an idiot. He sees a player he hates and he tells you this overdramatic way the pitcher is going to screw up the game. You know the pitcher is terrible, but there is no way the pitcher is that terrible that he is going to make this idiot at the bar seem like Nostradamus. The pitcher does allright, and you can confidently tell the idiot that maybe his hate is out of proportion. Normally that would be how today would have gone. Perez was so inept today that he made that obliverated idiot seem like Peter Gammons. Unreal Perez. Unreal.
Well, here's to the offseason. I'm excited for changes, and the inevitable return of baseball in 2011 filled with optimism and hope. Starting tomorrow morning here at 213, I will be going over the highlights and the low-lights of this season in anticipation for Spring Training, because baseball never stops here.
