Mets Stand Pat on the Mound, Help Fish to Misch the Playoffs
Ground Guppy stadium was rocking, as usual, for the Mets visit
It's been a while folks, but since Florida Marlins fan(s) make up the most vocal part of my fanbase, I think I owe it to you to comment on Misch's majestic Marlin mangle. I have done my research on this Marlins franchise, and conclude that the humiliation of losing to the Mets couldn't have happened to a more deserving team or its deluded fans, some of whom think Misty May Treanor is attractive. For once, it's the Teal Terrors playing semi-meaningful baseball in September and getting their hopes well, not entirely spoiled, but at least a bit soured.
Cody Ross sprints away from the "support same-sex marriage" day festivities so he can ready himself for his float in the pending parade.
After enduring another one of John Maine's increasingly depressing outings, it's nice to take in a showcase outing of the jewel of the NY Mets pitching corps and future #2 starter, Pat Misch.
I doubt that the shell-shocked impostor-scrubs that strap on the blue and orange gear these days have any notion of what the Fish have done to the Mets (or at least enabled the Mets and douches like Tom Gl*vine to do to themselves) in the recent past, but it's worth noting that in a season like this, the Mets taking 2 of 3 from a team that fancies itself a 2009 playoff possibility has to count as a season high-point.
But this key series isn't all the Mets have taken from the Fish. Now that the Mets have taken over the responsibilities of National League East laughingstock, the Marlins are without an identity. Yes, Jeffrey Loria's revenue-sharing hoarding venture is going to have to find a new sense of purpose.
The Marlins proudly offer many ballpark amenities: sunstroke, peanuts, and daytime prostitutes.