Step Right Up and Kick the Mets While They’re Down

• Well, hello there, Mr. “I will double every god damn time I come to the plate even if it KILLS me,” Victorino.

• I couldn’t even begin to describe the noise that came out of me when Jimmy made that diving stop, or when the 9th inning double play went down.  Something between a cough, choke, and the phrase “SICKNASTY!” being shouted, but all at the same time.

• Raul Ibanez runs like an octopus.  That’s not an insult, unless you really, really hate octopi, but honestly, he is all limbs when he’s coming around third base.

• I ran a poll a few weeks back where I asked who would turn it around first:  Cole, Matt Stairs, Raul, or Lidge.  Since then, we’ve seen everyone show evidence of a 180, with one notable, obvious exception, but even he has been yanked, so in a way, that counts too.  Point is, progress feels good.

• So does beating the Mets, no matter what people (or I) say.  I don’t care if they’re a wounded duck, quacking softly and wandering slowly in a circle, waiting for death.  Still feels good to run up and kick ‘um.

• I should probably know by now that saying stuff like that gets me in trouble.

• Stay tuned on Monday for “Diary of a Mets Double Header,” which I will be attending.  It probably won’t be crazy or violent, so don’t bother reading it.

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