REALLY?

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Just when the Mets are gaining momentum, they remind us all that they are, without a shadow of a doubt, the New York f*cking Mets.

First, let's discuss R.A. "Danny Concannon" Dickey (for those of you that watched the West Wing):

Seriously, they could be twins.  You might remember him from Little Big League?

Anyway, Dickey had pitched beautifully in his past few outings despite hobbling around on the field like Oksana Baiul trying to pass a sobriety test.  You'd never know it from his record though, because the Mets caught Johan Santana fever, and by Johan Santana fever I mean they didn't do anything in terms of run support for the man.

In addition to not getting any run support, last night home plate umpire James Hoye seemed to not understand what a knuckleball does.  Did anyone watch that first inning?  I counted at least 4 balls that were strikes but the umpire seemed confused about the difference between where it crossed the plate and where it was caught.

Listen, lots of things confuse me.  How Philadelphia is still a city.  Any kind of life science baffles my mind.  How a slinky always makes it down the stairs without any batteries.  But I'm not educated in any of those fields.  If you're an UMPIRE, learn to know WHERE THE STRIKE ZONE IS.

So Dickey got shelled last night, ironically when his foot was feeling much better.  Well if he pitches better when his foot hurts, can someone call Tonya Harding with an employment opportunity?

Anyway, the Mets did something they hadn't done.  They responded and let him off the hook.  Scott Hairston of all people contributed off the bench like he was a rejuvenated Matt Franco.

And then fresh off my rant of Dan Uggla, I was practically doing cartwheels after a) his throwing error gave the Mets an insurance run, and b) he choked worse than Stephen Hawking trying to swallow a well-done steak with runners in scoring position.

And then fairly predictably, K-Rod blew the save.

But you know what?  He had saved 19 in a row prior.  He had worked 2 straight games previously, and sometimes that's just the way that it goes.  I was even mentally prepared for the Mets to lose.  A 6-4 road trip, taking 2 out of 3 from at Atlanta, and 4.5 games out of the wild card with just under 100 games to play is not the worst place in the world to be.

I was even prepared because I knew the bullpen was exhausted.  The rain delay the night before, and Dickey getting shelled early put a big tax on them.  I was ready for fatigue to be the reason for they lost.  A hanging slider, a weak fastball, something like that.

BUT HOW DO YOU LOSE TO THE ATLANTA BRAVES ON A F*CKING BALK??????

Are you KIDDING ME????  When was Kenny Rodgers hired as the consultant on how to close out games?  Better yet, when did Mike Pelfrey become the f*cking pitching coach???  I swear to God Michael J. Fox can keep still better on the mound than this pitching staff.

Well boys, let's not go down this path again.  We've got business to take care off with an underrated Angels team and a pitcher who has owned us in Joel Pinero.  You're back home now, let's get it done.