Oh crap. It’s Wednesday. And Tuesday games is Sam-day in Recapperville. Which means I should have watched the game last night. Poop.
Uh, we lost to the Mets. I guess I could go dredge up some details of that. But at the end of the day, doesn’t “we lost to the Mets” sum up the pathetic well enough? I mean, Mets. Lost to. Didn’t beat. The Mets.
We got one run off of Carlos Torres, a starting pitcher I’ve never heard of. That’s equal to the run Carlos Torres, a starting pitcher I’ve never heard of, drove in.
We got beat by a three run rally that featured a key double from Ike Davis, who I honestly thought had been drawn and quartered earlier this year. And someone named Juan Lagares, which is how I think the Mets spell of Charles Thomas. Kris Medlen was once again pedestrian, failing to get through six innings for the fourth straight start.
It wasn’t good. Nay, it was even, dare I say, bad.
(When asking yourself “why would they want to replace Medlen in the rotation” keep in mind that he’s been weakening noticeably in the second half.)
STL beat PHL. PIT beat WAS. So the lead remains 7 and 8 games, respectively. Of interest, the Phils and Nats are a half game further back in the WC standings than they are in the NL East…