It was Jackie Robinson Night all around baseball, and the Mets player with the same first and last initials and the most similar playing style as #42 had his first big night of the year as New York blanked the Nats 6-0. Jose Reyes had four hits, including a double and triple, and showed no signs of a bad hammy. David Wright did his best Dixie Walker impression, bashing another homer and doubling twice, and driving in five of the six Met runs. I'm not sure which 1947 Brooklyn Dodger he was supposed to be (Ervin Martin Palica, maybe?), but Mike Pelfrey threw a stellar seven innings of shutout ball, walking two and striking out four. Aaron Heilman worked out of a jam of his own making in the 8th, and noted reckless cab passenger Duaner Sanchez made his 2008 debut with a one-hit ninth.
This was the best the Mets have looked all year, but you have to consider the competition. The Nationals are about as sorry a collection of ballplayers as the Mets will see this year, and they are in a particularly bad stretch of what should be a dismal season. Still, it was a very good night on one of the best commemorative days of the year. The Jackie Robinson Rotunda at CitiField was also dedicated yesterday. I'm looking forward to seeing it when I make my pilgrimage next year. I'm still trying to figure out what game I'd like to go to. I'm thinking I'll time it with the US Open across the street so I can also watch the several hundred Russian girls with -ova at the end of their name play tennis in frightfully skimpy outfits.
While the Nats are away, Pope Benedict XVI is saying Mass at their new stadium this morning. HOLY WATER!! ICE COLD HOLY WATER HERE!! FOUR DOLLARS!! VOTIVE CANDLES!! GET 'EM WHILE THEIR HOT!! HYMNALS! CAN'T TELL THE HYMNS WITHOUT A HYMNAL!!
I'm going straight to hell.
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