I'd write a whole lot more about the crazy night the Mets and Pedro Martinez had during last night's 10-5 win over the Nationals, but since Mike picked Pedro when we started this year's blog experiment, I'll let him put it in his own words when he checks in. But man, I can't remember a third game of a season being so absolutely insane. 3 hours and 30 minutes which included 5 hit batsmen; one bat-wielding mound charger; both bullpens jogging to the first base line; a 69 year old first basemen playing peacekeeper (and making the most overpaid centerfielder in all of baseball take the dugout steps for a curtain call); an injured umpire causing a game to be delayed 20 minutes; and--perhaps most importantly--finding out that "Mr. Hit Me," Ron Hunt, caused Keith Hernandez to never drink Kahlua again after spring training of his rookie year.
And there in the middle of beanball war was The Mets third baseman, dodging two way inside pitches from Ramon Ortiz. I think the lesson that the National League should learn is this: don't mess with David Wright. After those pitches, Wright calmly lined a base hit to keep the Mets offense rolling. 3 for 4, 1 RBI, 2 runs--those are stats Mets fans can enjoy, even with all the craziness.
Oh, and I don't want to forget Mr. Wrong--Victor Zambrano is on track to start Sunday's game. I'll be cleaning my handgun this weekend just so I can shoot my TV when he walks his third batter in an inning.