I can't put into words how incensed I was after the Mets lost to the Braves today. Maybe it was the fact that my man-crush, David Wright, hit two home runs. Maybe it was the way it happened (Luis Ayala blew a two-run lead in the 9th by giving up a home run, then Pedro Feliciano crapped all over the field for a few more runs). Maybe it was because it was the GODDAMN BRAVES. Maybe it was because the Phillies bludgeoned the Brewers to death twice, and the lead in the division is only one game.

But I honestly can't even accept that this game occurred, and I definitely can't write about it. So instead I'll just guide you to Metstradamus' post on the game, because he's better at this than I am. Look for a reference to Toonces, the Cat Who Could Drive a Car. Metstradamus, you are a better man than I.

Oh, and could someone please get me off this ledge?