That sure wasn't worth staying up for. And I didn't. The Mets fell 5-1 at Dodger Stadium last night well after I was in bed. Oliver Perez eschewed the walk for the long ball, surrendering homers to Rafael Furcal, Matt Kemp, and some guy named Blake DeWitt, who sounds like he is starring on one of those faux reality shows on MTV in his spare time. The Amazins managed a run on five hits and four walks off the guy that I watched live, Chad Billingsley. Billingsley struck out 12 the night I was there, but only managed four K's last night. They aren't giving out any free pizza in either case, just so you know.
The Phillies manhandled the D-Backs and are now 1-1/2 games clear. We temporarily dropped behind the Marlins, who didn't play. Tonight, Blake DeWitt and his girlfriend Carly Haverford hang out at a restaurant and exchange monosyllabic conversation punctuated by awkward silences while eating spinach fettucine. Riveting television!
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