The 21 Train

Every time he steps on the mound he casts spells on hitters with a mix of fastball sorcery and magic change-ups. Johan Santana is The Wiz. He is a force to be reckoned with, and every New York paper will tell you as much this morning. And yet somehow, despite how energized and electrified the house his wonder is displayed in gets, the Mets still fail to score him runs.

Cerrone (of Metsblog.com fame) and I had a little back and forth about this here and here. I get that he faces the aces of the other staff due to respective places in the rotation. But last night he faced Chan Ho Park. You know who else he has faced so far? Carlos Villanueva, Scott Olsen, and Aaron Harang (yes I know he's their "ace", but the guy lost 17 games last year and is under .500 this year on a better Cincinati team). It is inexcusable at this point for the offense to have only averaged 2 runs per game in Santana starts.

On a side note as Werth clutched, and clutched, and clutched some more before making that throw, how many of you were hoping for the Carlos Express to knock Ruiz into Nassau County? I'm not afraid to admit I did. I'm glad he slid and scored without landing too hard on that hip, but man would that have brought this rivalry up a notch or what? I can see the ball rolling out of the catcher's hand now as Delgado jumps up in jubilation while Ruiz is searching for a mix of his mask and his dignity. Who's going to tonight's game?