I didn't actually see much, if any, of Saturday's game, which is just as well because I'm told that the FOX broadcast essentially turned into the Daniel Murphy ass-kissing festival. I'm dumbfounded. Murphy was regularly viewed as a joke by National broadcasters during his time with the Mets, and if you didn't know better, you'd assume he was some C-level utility guy that was forced into way too much playing time. Of course, most of the time, Murphy obliged them by playing his own unique brand of Baseball, which involved leaping into outs, throwing to wrong bases and clanking ground balls. And now, all of a sudden, he's turned into Dork Jeff Kent. I can't understand it.
Logan Verrett was the latest victim of the Murphy revenge tour, as a relatively decent outing for him was submarined by Murphy at basically every avenue. The Nationals took an early lead, the Mets kept it close for as long as possible, and then Murphy hit a Home Run and was literally skipping around the bases. And that basically sealed the Mets fate for the night. I don't think I needed to watch the game to know this, and I certainly didn't need to hear Joe Buck (and I can only assume he was announcing) bury his head up Murphy's ass.
Ho hum. One more chance to get this right.