The Most Tolerable Loss Ever?

I was struck by a moment of sublime zen somewhere around the 8th inning. Jenrry Mejia had coughed up the Mets' improbable 1-run lead, and all of a sudden the Mets were trailing once again.

None of it bothered me too much. The Mets were on their way to their first home defeat in 10 games, but my honest response was something akin to ho-hum.

There are several credible explanations for my nonchalance. Chief among these is the fact that any way you look at it, this was a game the Mets deserved to lose.

Oliver Perez was awful. Strike that... calling him "awful" isn't fair to the word "awful". Awful doesn't begin to describe it. You know what it was? It was the kind of start that made you long for the days of Steve Trachsel. Yep.

Tim Lincecum was going for the Giants, and any time Lincecum matches up against Ollie you can acknowledge the Mets are a serious underdog. Lincecum didn't have his vintage stuff, but even without his best stuff, when the Mets managed 2 runs off of him you had to feel that they'd really lucked into something.

But back to the Mets' pitching. I don't know that I've ever seen so many walks in a 9-inning game. They escaped relatively unscathed in the early going, but in the end it caught up with them. You live that dangerously for that long and eventually you're going to get burnt, and that's just what happened with Aaron Rowand in the 8th inning.

In all, it would have been great if they'd have found a way to win, but the important thing is that they took two out of three against a very good San Francisco team.

We had those two wins in our back pocket today, and that's another contributing factor to why I kept calm as the Mets lost this game. More than anything though, I don't think anything could kill my mood right now after a really great weekend.

Friday night out at Windswept Fields Citi Field was just about perfect. Good game, good people; it was just one of those nights where everything just came together.

Then last night me and Little Miss Citi had Cinco de Mayo night with S.O.A.F.O.M.G. and two of her friends, capped by an epic, hours-long game of Apples to Apples.

All in all, I had too much wind behind my sails to let this game get me down. The only disappointment is in not knowing who Jerry Manuel would have sent out to play third in the bottom of the 9th after David Wright got ejected.

If the Mets lose tomorrow, well, expect crushing depression. But as for now, after this weekend, I can handle it. Go get 'em tomorrow.

- A.F.O.M.G.