Okay, okay, I fell for the David Wright "M.V.P!" chants a bit too early. It seems like the Mets' shortstop Jose Reyes has decided to get a piece of the chanting by getting all his hits for the rest of the season in one month. A 13 game hit streak with a .561 average? As Wright would say, "That's stupid hot." I especially liked how Gary Cohen and Ron Darling were running out of words to describe how amazing reyes has been the past two weeks. If only Ralph Kiner were around more often...
(UPDATE: Jose won NL Player of the Week, for a second week in a row. He batted .613 last week. WOW.)
Other quick thoughts from the weekend:
--I don't want to totally ignore Mr. Wright. A guy who hits 3 home runs and bats .333 for the week is no slouch either.
--Chad Bradford looks like the Chad Bradford from the early 00's A's. That's nice to see.
--Other teams should not test Endy Chavez's arm, but if they want to be that stupid, please be my guest.
I am glad tonight is an off night--I get to go see one of my favorite bands of all time, Soul Asylum, play a private show here in town without wanting to have my friend Erik text messaging me the score every inning.
Alas, Tuesday starts the week I have been dreading since the schedule came out--Mets vs. my other favorite team, the Red Sox. 1986 was horrible trying to figure out which side to go for (I did eventually go with the Mets because I was a big fan of Mookie and Nails). In 1997 and 1998 I rooted for the Sox, just to even out the score I suppose, and in 1999 through 2001 I rooted for the Mets because I wanted them to catch those f-ing Braves. The two teams haven't played since. This week is very hard--I want the Mets to continue their roll. On the other hand, I want the Sox to win to keep ahead of the Yanks, and it's not like the Mets don't have the biggest lead in the majors.
Dammit. Maybe I just won't watch.