Don't Call It a Comeback

Good news here.

And here.

What else am I forgetting? Oh yeah - THIS.

Ladies and gentleman of Metsopotamia, look no further than tonight to see why we gave Johan Santana a HUGE contract. And why he's exactly called "Second-half Johan."

He came. He saw. He Johaned.

And while the Brew Crew won today (even if Mota in the former Met spirit of contribution gave up a 2-run HR to the Bucs tonight), who cares about the Wild Card?

Just last night, I felt like the mom in Little Miss Sunshine, when she tells Olive that no one would have thought any less of her if she just hung it up and went home. Well, I know, easier said than done. But I was totally ready to accept my fate. Little did I figure one strong outing from everyone (including a BASES CLEARING TRIPLE FROM JOSE!!!) would get me back on track.

When there is light, there is hope. And there will be light tomorrow, and every day that the Mets play till the end of the season.

But whatever you do, don't call it a comeback. They never went anywhere.