First off, fuck the Braves with a fiery cross. Just because.
Second of all... well, gutless, cowardly performance. Shameful, shameful, shameful. First Tom Glavine quit, and he was shortly followed by the rest of the fucking team.
-I place part of the blame on Rickey Henderson, "the card playing coach". As soon as Henderson showed up, Jose Reyes forgot how to play the game, turning this into a plodding station-to-station team. Henderson is a delusional madman who doesn't give a shit about the team, and his influence had to fuck up this fragile clubhouse.
-Tom Glavine- I hope you go back to the Braves, go 0-20, and get hit in the face with a Jim Thome line drive in your final start.
-Lastings Milledge- who wants this fucking ass? Emblematic of the entire day- Milledge jogs over to field a base hit by Dontrelle Willis, allowing him to leg out a triple easily. If I were the "morally principled" Carlos Delgado, I would've broken my other hand punching him in the face, and then the stomach, and then the face again. We'll trade him for Kyle Farnsworth and a bag of Frito Lays, please.
-The Marlins- you guys are alright. Way to stick it to these losers. My losers.
-Paul Lo Duca- go away.
-Hey, how about we sign a pitcher that's not eight million years old again? Or would you rather dial up Kevin Appier or Jose Lima?
-Carlos Beltran- Thirtysomething home runs? How did I miss these? When did these happen? Or am I reading someone else's stats?
-The worst collapse in baseball history happens to teams with, at most, one MVP-level player. The Mets have three. Some blame has to go to Willie Randolph.
I don't know what to say. I don't think I broke a bone in my hand the way I did punching things during last year's playoffs, but I'm still hurting a bit. Even worse, us Mets fans have to hear it from Yankee fans for another two weeks before they are swept out of the first round.