Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Your Four-Run Lead Means Nothing to Us. Nothing.
As satisfying as it would have been for Carlos Delgado to turn around and launch a walk-off grand slam to put the game, his slump, and Sweet Lou's mental health to bed all at once, you have to admire how that at-bat played out. Carlos fouled off three pitches at 3-2 and never once looked like he wasn't in the driver seat before Michael Wuertz finally threw that one ball up and away to walk in Reyes. Thus ended one of Those Games, the games the Mets won last year on Beltran home runs after being down a couple runs, lying in the weeds, until the late innings. The games that reveal that this team's weapon is its cold-bloodedness, despite all the laughs and head-shaving parties and multi-step handshakes.
After some suspect D let down Glavine, Diamond Joe, Feliciano, and Heilman silenced the Cubs, giving up two hits over three innings to keep the game tied until the Cubs ran out of good relievers (Ohman and Cotts had both been very good to that point).
So make no mistake, this is a team of assassins. The Braves and Phillies are both pretty good, but they ain't assassins.