I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous about tonight's Game 7 of the NL Playoffs. Let's face it, things haven't been easy for the Mets. Wings on some pitchers have gone south for the winter (and for pedro, the spring and part of the summer of next year too) and Cliff Floyd's Achilles Heel is his, uh - Achilles Heel.
Barring the injuries, the Mets have been playing OK (not great, just OK). And it takes more than an "OK" performance.
Game 6 showed the crowd was behind the team and they have the fortitude to press ahead and manufacture runs. Pitching will be in question, but Maine did a great job beyond expectations. There is no margin for error. I hope you read this Billy Wagner - you created some John Franco-like moments last night. Coming in with no runs and having the potential tying run at the plate. Let's use a little finesse, cunning, skill and just some good baseball playing. And while we're at it - WIN WIN WIN. Beginning Saturday, we should Maul some tigers.
However, if the Mets lose - and I KNOW they will not. We must think of the verse of that famous song by the Shirelles:
So tell me now, and I won't ask again Will you still love me tomorrow? Will you still love me tomorrow? Will you still love me tomorrow?
My reply is that I will always love the Mets - but the "year" is here. Let's do it.
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oy! all came down to the last inning -- why Heilman? That toy-faced look and weird smirk just bugs me looking at him... no personality, no guts, no glory. But the only savior was Endy Chavez - I feel for the Mets fans this was a win they should have had. Where was El Duque? where was Mota? Trusted Mota... well, there's no Mota going to the Mota City Sat. night
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