Tuesday, June 12, 2007

GOIN’ CALI.

Well he’d been hearing too many voices and feelin’a little off-rack
Like there was something big pressing down on his back
So he called up his friends and they said come on out west
It’s a place where a man can really feel his success

From Lone Star Mets:

“Ok, Willie’s autobiography should be called: Leaving your starter in 3 innings too long when it is obvious to everyone in the ball park except me that nothing good could possibly come of it, this sort of thing is my bag, Baby by Willie Randolph.”

From Marty Noble:

“The Mets are looking for what works and trying not to lose their minds in the process.”

From the New York Times

“The Philadelphia Phillies have lost more games than any professional franchise in any sport.”

[Sorry, I threw that one in there for morale.]

From Jessica:

“I’m tempted to just recap what I had for dinner on Saturday instead of talking about the Saturday and Sunday games. I mean, really, why would I want to write about those damn seagulls all over the field and the inability to hold a lead and Delgado being Del-Godawful with RISP and those seagulls and Gomez going back and forth between “Endy 2.0” and “Milledge at Fenway” and that atrocious CW11 commercial for the Subway Series that made my ears hurt and FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, CAN WE GET PLACIDO POLANCO OUT FOR ONCE?”

From Metstradamus:

“I, my friends, am grumpy. And at this moment, I sincerely don’t feel like putting things in perspective, keeping a happy face, turning the other cheek, noting that before tonight Hernandez has been nothing short of spectacular, or anything else that resembles positivity. This blog post, as are all blog posts, are not a reflection on how things will go the rest of the season, but rather a snap shot of how I feel at the moment. And guess how I feel right this very moment? I feel grumpy.”

From Zoe:

“Of course almost as soon as I write this, the lead gets trimmed to 3-2. And then the Dodgers friggin’ tie it up. Usually, I would blame the Evil Eye. Today, I blame Posh. Ok, not really. But if we lose this one, it might just want to smack the frosted lipstick off her face. Yikes, did I write that!? Sorry, Posh! It’s transference. Oh, but you’re still tacky, and get your hands off the ball. Yeah, sometimes I forget I really shouldn’t live-blog.”

From Alyssa:

“This is just depressing. I mean really. The Mets are coming. The Angels are coming. Both of which have solid pitching and that is not a good remedy for an anemic offense.”

[WHERE? WHERE WAS THIS ALLEGED ANEMIC OFFENSE??!]

From MG:

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Whaddya want? I had to be up at 6 a.m.