Well, kids. I told you I'd be back after a two-game winning streak, and apparently the Mets really want to hear what I have to say despite calling it a night after an inning of work against Kip Wells. Me, I worked eight hours yesterday bouncing back from an easy fourth. And I tuned into the game at about the third inning. So it's safe to say I missed everything.
First of all, I'd like to extend halfhearted apologies to any readers who are offended by comparatively minor language to what I scream at the TV. If you don't like it, don't read it. I have my second amendment rights to defend my first amendment rights. Yee-Haw.
Nextly, I'd like to congratulate Ralph Kiner on mastering the ability to sound absolutely drunk despite consuming what I imagine to be very little alcohol. Despite that, though, he doesn't lord his hitting supremacy over us like I feel Ron Darling does. He seems to remind us frequently that, indeed, he did go to Yale. And he's used a bunch of long words lately.
And also-- Pedro's on the DL. I figured it would happen.
So let's win one against the pirates, beat the D-Train and then grab a nugget of goodness for the pelf man.