Shhh! Mets Working on Secret Retirement Present for Cox

While Keith Hernandez was setting new standards for masculinity, changing his own tire on the way to the ballgame, the Jones brothers were pulling up lame, making this game a kind of must win. See, I'd hate to lose to the Br*ves when they are playing without their biggest stars.

Tim Hudson pitched well enough to win; by the end of the 4th, second baseman Prado had bagged 7 straight ground ball put outs. But it wasn't meant to be for the Br*ves, and you could see the beautiful looks of demoralization on their straw chewin' faces. They weren't dreaming about the playoffs, they were thinking of an October washing their monster trucks and fixin' road-kill lasagna with their illegitimate children, or piling into the General Lee to go impregnate poor Hooter's waitresses with premature ejaculate. Watching Cox shrivel in the dugout like a slug in a beer shower was a distinct pleasure that frankly, I deserve. Retirement beckons Bobby, don't keep it waiting.

At one point it was mentioned that Ollie had good stuff but it didn't look that impressive to me. Still, until the McCann homer, he was looking invincible. And, for all the butterflies he chases, Ollie's 6th inning pick off of Hudson of second base was damn near heads up! The baseball gods help those who help themselves.

The Br*ves now face a day of reckoning, as in I reckon their winning ways are over. Still, with their Satanically savvy GM, 2 dominant starters, cast of good young players, and fertile farm system, you have to hope that the coming off-season travails just spiral into a spate of management retirements and free agent losses, otherwise they will certainly rise again, hick style. Thirteen straight division championships is quite enough.

But one step at a time...Let's keep the sweep in order!