Xavier, We Hardly Knew Ye

Well, I guess it could've been worse. That pretty much sums up the trade deadline moves that came out of the Mets front office today. Omar, you'll have to forgive me for the attitude, but that's the best I can do. Going into today, I was hoping for either of the following to happen: a) we do absolutely nothing or b) we manage to get Dontrelle Willis for Lastings Milledge or somehow get a hold of someone like Jason Schmidt for some prospects other than Milledge. So to come out of it thinking it could've been worse is actually pretty good. [non-sequitur: is anyone getting as sick of Steve Phillips' face since poor grabby hands Harold Reynolds was shoved outta ESPN as much as me? Just wondering].

Anyway, I really did like Nady. I wasn't a fan of the trade that brought him here, but his power changed my mind pretty quickly. And while I thought we should have held on to Roberto Hernandez to begin with, I'm glad he's back in light of what happened to Sanchez. Anyone know the name and address of that Miami cabbie, btw? I have a Louisville Slugger that wants to say "hi" to his kneecaps! (JUST KIDDING, PEOPLE!)

So. Oliver Perez, huh? Omar, do you know something we don't know about this guy? Cuz he hardly seems like that number four or five starter we were looking for, you know?
I guess time will tell.

'Nuff Said

Ok, so I would have preferred a picture of a cartoonish little Brave tomahawk with arms and legs, running away in fear and horror from a freakishly gigantic Mr. Met laughing maniacally and wielding a Louisville Slugger. But you get the idea.

Stupid American League!

There must be something to rant about, because I'm blogging again. What've I got my panties in a wad over now? The stupid All Star Game and the Stupid American League, that's what. I'm sick of them winning. I'm sick of stupid Joe Buck. Is Fox's contract with MLB up yet? Stupid Trevor Hoffman. You know, you keep throwing change ups, and eventually they're going to figure you out, Trev. My grandmother could've hit that meatball you threw to Young. Jeez.

While I'm at it, you know what else gets me? That it's 11:30pm and the game just ended. What about all the kids, Bud? Isn't the game really for the kids? What kids do you know are allowed to stay up until 11:30pm to watch a friggin baseball game?

Finally... I hate this whole "this one counts" thing. It's seriously on my last nerve. Can't you guys just play the game to win? Can't you all just play for pride? What the hell happened to league pride? Why is it MLB has to institute home field advantange to the winner in order to motivate you to want to win? What the hell is wrong with all of you? I've had enough of it! Play because you have some pride! Play to win! And most importantly, let home field advantage go to the team with the best record at the end of the season, because that's who deserves it.

Ok, before I storm off to bed, I'd just like to thank David Wright and Carlos Beltran for making me feel proud to be a Mets fan. They alone accounted for the NL's only two runs. Well done, boys.

And finally.... DAMMIT!