...with 40,000 people around....Yikes! I guess there's no such thing as Good Ollie/Bad Ollie; rather, there's just Bad Ollie, and Worse Ollie, apparently. If his performance thus far this season is any indicator.
Which we have no reason to believe it isn't, considering the up and down history of Ollie Perez thus far in his major league career.
This guy is an enigma wrapped in a riddle wrapped in another enigma, surrounded by mystery. And the mystery is, how to get the enigma known as Oliver Perez to solve the riddle of pitching consistency, which is wrapped in the enigma of Ollie's mind... At this point, one has to wonder whether his spot in the rotation will be his spot in the rotation for much longer.
And speaking of the weekend, the Mets are the only team I know that can win a series and still make you want to put your fist through the television, radio, or face of any nearby Met or Met-themed object. They are singularly the most brain-dead, boring, lifeless, flat, listless and underperforming team east of...well, anywhere.
And Carlos Beltran must have forgotten how to slide, and his manager does not seem to have a real problem with that.
Metaphoric, allegoric.... I need the paragoric with this fucking team, already!
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