The Difference

Well, tonight you saw the difference between an organization that fights and an organization that makes excuses.  One team goes out and gets Mike Sweeney.  The other team clicks their heels three times, crosses their fingers and prays for divine intervention.  There’s one problem with that:

God is sitting on his golden throne wearing his Yankee hat that Bob Sheppard hand wove for him, and is laughing at that team.

Nobody in Philadelphia is worried about what’s going to happen to Mike Sweeney, who got two hits in the eighth inning off a Mets bullpen who is increasingly looking like enemy spies every day, when Ryan Howard gets back.  Nobody in Philadelphia panics about losing Howard, Chase Utley, and Shane Victorino.  They overcome.  They work.  They don’t make excuses.

The Mets?  They’re too busy forcasting the weather.

But when they’re not doing that, they’re busy making Joe Blanton look like he’s an actual major league pitcher.  As you know by his numbers, he’s not.  But that doesn’t stop the New York Mets from being their charitable selves until the ninth which was basically window dressing (that and a nice story for Mike Hessman to tell his grand kids).  Two hits off Joe Blanton in that ballpark, to put it mildly, is a bleepin’ disgrace.

A disgrace.

And now we’re supposed to believe that Fernando Martinez and Ruben Tejada are coming back up to the club because they were late scratches in Buffalo?  What, there’s a trade in the works?

Yeah, good idea being cryptic.  Better than coming out and saying “we’re not going to sit back“, and then get out your lounge chairs for a good view of the Titanic sinking for the fifth straight season.  I like to be kissed first before I get … well, you know the rest.  So I’ll believe it when I see it.  Before then, I’ll start handing out life preservers and violins.