Murder by Numbers at Shea

It's a Deep, Deep Burn

It's taken me a full night of silence. Seven or so hours of quiet contemplation. I've still spoken little this morning. I am just finally coming around to the point of potential verbal communication to other human beings. The reason? For those who know me, the answer is quite simple: the New York Metropolitans.

We Mets fans are a masochistic lot. In some ways, such is the nature of being a fan of any sports team. But this is starting to get re-g-d-damn-diculuous. I'm not sure whether the old edicts about fans having short-term or long-term memories are true. This I know. Last night was one of the most painful Mets games I can recall experiencing.

Most sports fans have likely seen the gory details replayed on ESPN or other sports networks' highlights shows. It does the game no justice. This was torture on a demented level. Compare it to the most disturbing horror movies you've seen, the ones that frighten you in that you ponder how such thoughts ever entered the mind of a producer or screenwriter. That is what last night's Mets-Cubs game was like.

I won't offer a blow-by-blow recap of the events, nor the reactions that resulted from those occurrences. Quite honestly, I don't trust myself to do so. It's just too dangerous. Instead, here is a numerical eulogy of last night's affair. This should provide a sip of the challis of misery from which Mets fans drank in the overflow on Wednesday night. Feel free to sing along to "Murder by Numbers" performed by the New York Mets.

10 Mets baserunners left on base from the fifth inning on. We won't even get into the nature of those runners left...yet. Oh, by the way, the full game total? 25. Twenty-five. I can't recall the last time I've seen a number like that.

9 Innings. The length this game should have been after Daniel Murphy hit a leadoff triple to start the bottom of the ninth. He stood at third base with nobody out. He stood there...still standing...you gotta be sh*&^ing me, right?

8 Hits for the Metros, including zero in the clutch.

7 Mets pitchers used. Shall we? Perez, Sanchez, Smith, Rincon, Stokes, Parnell, Ayala. There's your clue should this team miss the playoffs. /shaking head in disbelief

6 LOB by Ryan Church alone. Six. I don't know why I'm doing this to myself, but a quick recap. Bottom of the seventh, runners on first and third. Church? Strikeout. Bottom of ninth, bases loaded, one out. Church? Ground out, force at home. BRUTAL.

5 Walks (and runs) given up by Oliver Perez in 4.1 innings. Way to come up big, OP. Lost that control again for a second, huh? No worries, it's not like we're battling for a playoff spot or anything.

4 Games now remaining for this team, in this excruciating season.

3 Times the Mets had a runner at third with NOBODY OUT in innings 7-9. They managed to score one run. ONE -- on a f-in walk surrendered by Samardzija. You're winners, fellas. Winners.

2 More hits for Carlos Delgado, who along with Daniel Murphy, has become the hitter I have the most confidence in this lineup. Just like always...

1 The number of games like last night that I think I can realistically stand without having a severe health episode. Seriously. I am going to voluntarily now tune into this team again tonight? On my own volition??!! Absolutely insane.

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