Cherries, 9/27/07
Submitted by Sarah D. Bunting on September 27, 2007 – 10:03 PM4 Comments
It’s all even in the NL East. Unbelievable. Kay and Leiter can’t get their heads around it; I have to wonder what Darling and Hernandez have to say in the Mets booth. …Well, I know one thing Hernandez has to say, but I mean besides longing for a steak dinner. Ronnie went on Weight Watchers, Keith. Hint. Take it. And if I’m not mistaken (and I may be), the Mets just got swept by the Cardinals, and these are the only games the Redbirds have managed to win over the last two weeks.
Finished the Homes book last night. The second half isn’t as un-put-down-able as the first, but her rendition of her bio father’s deposition is amazing. God, what an asshat.
Summer House’s clay soap is kicking my ass.
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In the technical sense, I guess the Cards swept the Mets (winning a one-game “series”), but it was a makeup of a game from June. If you factor in the other three games from that set, though, the Mets lost the series.
It’s all just so insane. Baseball Prospectus says that if the Mets miss the playoffs, it will be the second-worst collapse of all time, behind the 1995 Angels. (Article.) The Fish swept them last weekend, and they’re in town this weekend. Now this is fun.
Don’t forget that the Nats swept them badly earlier in the week. Which was kind of sad, as the Nationals are basically fielding a double-A team.
Go Phillies!
I’m old enough to have fallen asleep to games on the radio where Larry Bowa turned awsome double-plays instead of being a so-so manager … Bob Boone was a great catcher, not just Bret & Aaron’s father … everyone repeated the joke that Steve “Lefty” Carlton would be buried 60 ft, 6 inches from Tim McCarver … Tug McGraw hadn’t yet acknowledged his son, the singer Tim … and the heart of the batting order was Mike Schmidt followed by Greg “The Bull” Luzinski at clean-up.
So even though I’ve lived in Manhattan for almost 2 decades, I’m absolutely gleeful that the Phillies have clawed their way past the Mets. Sorry, Sars.
Don’t apologize to me, I’m a Yankees fan who’s transfixed by the train wreck. (And my pops is from Bryn Mawr. Go A’s! Oh, wait.)