Ohhhhh, the promise.
What a long and semi-eventful road young Oliver Perez has rid. The leg-kick, the punch-outs, the aggression.
Don't be sad little pelota...you will like the left field bleachers.
But mostly the promise.
The Mets went and did what every sane person would do when rolling snake eyes after a full hour run of luck. And then two years later they finally walked away from the table.
Ohhhhh, those kooky New York Mets.
Minayaball and the Loserville remains of the worst in Flushing (read: A Kenny Rogers post-season finale) were assuaged on Monday upon the news that the stern business agenda of Sandy Alderson signed the final timecard –but not the final paycheck– for excised employee number 46....
