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Ahhh… good evening, everybody. Steve Somers here with you on The FAN — the schmooze is loose, and what a game it was tonight at Citi Field, where the Mets — the Amazin’s, as they used to be called, though not so amazin’ tonight — get absolutely pummeled, embarrassed, shellacked, by the Arizona Diamondbacks, seventeen to seven.
Seventeen! To seven! It looked more like a Jets score, folks.
Now, you know me — I’m a glass-half-full kinda guy, sometimes — but when you give up twenty-three hits in a playoff game, at home, in front of almost 39,000 paying customers, under clear skies, nice crisp fall air, wind blowing left to right at sixteen miles an hour — you can’t blame the weather, you can’t blame the ballpark, you can’t even blame the umpires. You just got pummeled.
And who did the damage? None other than a guy named Jesús Ramos — four hits, a homer, a double, five runs batted in. The guy was practically living on the bases. If the game went any longer, he’d be renting property out there between second and third.
Sean Nicholson? The big blow in the eighth — a two-run double to give Arizona the 10-7 lead. The Mets never recovered. Never!
And you can almost hear poor Bobby Colon — oh, Bobby, remember him? The big man? Four and a third innings, eleven hits, eight runs. The guy probably aged ten years between the third and fifth innings. I mean, by the time the bullpen showed up, the game was already halfway to Phoenix.
Now, Alonzo Hernandez — the Diamondbacks’ skipper — after the game said, quote, “I like our moxie.” Moxie! I love that word. The Mets? They had no moxie. They had mockery. And misery.
So, the Division Series — tied. Two games apiece. Game Five back in Arizona on Friday. It’s gonna be warm, it’s gonna be loud, and if the Mets don’t show up with something resembling a pitching staff, the only thing heading back to New York will be their luggage.
We’ll take your calls at 877-337-6666. Were you there? Did you see this mess? Did you leave early? Did you at least get your money’s worth on concessions before the bullpen melted down? We’ll talk about it all… the schmooze continues, right here on The FAN.
(Steve exhales into the mic)
Ohhh, the Mets… they giveth, and they taketh away. Stay with me.
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