The Mets just went through a week where they held a press conference to announce absolutely nothing and then took 2 out of 3 against the Marlins, followed by 3 out of 4 against the Dodgers. Beltran was hitting, hell even TATIS BULLSHIT got some key hits. Everything seemed to be clicking… and then Oliver Perez took the ball Monday night in San Francisco. Albert Einstein once said “The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results,” and that’s how I feel every 5th day when OP gets on the bump. It might be right away like last night but there is always that one inning where he totally self-destructs like the Predator. All that’s missing is the Billy laugh.
Tell me if you heard this before. The Mets are riding a wave of momentum only to have a lefty start the next game and get knocked out in the first, only getting one out. I guess I should be happy that Perez only gave up 6 to Glavine’s 7 but it’s a real kick in the balls either way. Pedro comes back tonight and while I don’t expect the Pedro of old, seeing his #45 out there always makes me feel better than OP’s #46.
