While watching the football game tonight, I was stared in shock at a baseball score that came on the ticker during the game: PHILLIES 13, METS 0. How the hell did that happen, I wondered, when Pedro Martinez was pitching for the Mets tonight?
Here's why: Plagued by a strained right calf, Pedro had likely the worst start of his career. He lasted just one inning, giving up six runs on four hits, while also hitting two batters, walking one, and committing an error and a balk. The inning reminded me of nothing as much as Luke Wilson's tennis match in "The Royal Tenenbaum," after he found out Gwyneth was marrying Bill Murray. If I were a Met fan, I'd be worried.
As for the Phils, they continue their quixotic wild card campaign, falling just two and a half games back of Cincinnati. And while I continue to hear every day from WIP about how nobody in town cares about the Phillies, they're just gonna blow it, and it's Eagles time, the Phils drew just under 37,000 tonight, after nearly selling out the building for their weekend series against the Reds. No, it's not the pulse.
Posted by Stephen Silver at August 15, 2006 01:01 AM