Break Up the Phillies!

After bearing witness to another excruciating come-from-behind Phillies victory (the Mets must be feeling like an overworked John Holmes co-star at this point), I could bitch and moan about how woeful the Mets' late-inning hitting was tonight (as it has been for most of the season). I could rant and rave about Jerry Manuel's decision to yank an effective young flamethrower for a 40-year-old Japanese rookie who was touted as a "lefty specialist," but has proven to be anything but. I could do that, but, for once, I'm not going to indulge in such diatribe.

The fact is, as much as I hate admitting it, the Phillies are just a better team than the Mets in every single facet of the game. They have a better balanced starting rotation, more clutch hitters, a stronger defense -- I could go on, but I'm not that big of a masochist. At the risk of sounding defeatist and being labeled a traitor to the cause, barring an unforeseen blockbuster trade, I have a hard time envisioning the Amazins overtaking the Phils in the pennant race.

The truth must be told, even when it hurts -- a lot. Now, pardon me while I go vomit, after which I'll frantically try to scrub myself clean while sobbing uncontrollably, before finally curling up in the fetal position in a near-catatonic state.