Games like this, especially on getaway days, are not supposed to happen. Players are supposed to be excited about getting to the airport and drinking a few day beers, not making seven run comebacks.
And when I check to see how the Pirates are doing on a Thursday afternoon and see they’re up 7-0, I’m supposed to be able to return to doing actual things, secure in the knowledge that a victory will soon be had. What I’m not supposed to expect is 7 RBIs from the RBI whore tandem of Carlos Beltran and Ruben Tejada.
It was the Mets biggest comeback since June 30, 2000, a time when we were all still reeling from Y2K not actually happening, so it was a completely different world. Just look at the movies we watched back then—A Perfect Storm, The Patriot and a variety of IMAX documentaries? Who were we?