When Perez walked the first batter he faced on Sunday I got that icky feeling for a second, you know that feeling, like this mishap might be an indicator for how the rest of the game might go, and we might be getting swept?  Next came two strikeouts, which made me think 'OK, we're fine, Perez is fine, and there is NO WAY we are going to get swept by the Phillies AGAIN, the Mets have got to be completely pumped up and ready to WIN... THIS... GAME.  Let's go Mets!!'  So then when he struck out the next three Phils in a row, I knew I was right to not worry, and that the lead off walk and stolen base on LoDuca's bad throw (!!) didn't mean anything, and that we looked like we can win the game today, hooray!  And then, well, then came the second inning. 

wow.

That's gotta hurt.
They look out of synch.
He's seen enough.
They're making a lot of un-forced errors.
They appear to lack consistency.
They have to generate some offense.
They're back on their heels.
They're on the ropes.
They have to get back into their offensive rhythm.
They're going to have to make some adjustments.
They've got to go back and re-group. 
They have to get back on track.
They have a tough road to hoe. 
They have to circle the wagons.
Their play is very tentative.
They don't have their heads in the game.
They've gone to the well once too often.
They're not out of it yet.
They're still hanging around.
We've still got plenty of baseball left.
They have to slowly chip away at this lead.
No need to panic, there's plenty of time left.
Never say die.
Well, stranger things have happened.
It ain't over 'til it's over.
You can feel this one slipping away.
That's too little, too late.
This game is getting out of hand.
When it rains it pours.
That really took the wind out of their sails.
That could be the knock-out punch.
That was the back breaker.
That sealed their fate.
That's a nail in the coffin.
A lot of the faithful are heading for the exits.
Warm up the bus.
Their defense is getting shredded.
The wheels just fell off.
The roof just caved in.
Lights out.
They're self-destructing.
They ran into a buzz saw.
They're getting an old-fashioned woodshed whippin'.
The rout is on.

I think I used or heard every one of those these lines used over the course of this weekend, but that's all over now and it should be smooth sailing from here on out.  I'm not worried about the Mets at all, and I am loving all of the September baseball action going on everywhere.

Way to go D. Wright, 30-30 man.

 Lets's Go Mets!