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So the Mets actually won a playoff game. Yeah, I know, stop the presses. They beat the Dodgers 6–2 at Citi Field. And it wasn’t just a win — they actually looked like a competent baseball team for once. Ricardo Contreras, the Mets’ first baseman — this guy was basically Babe Ruth today. Two hits, four RBIs, a homer — the whole thing. If he doesn’t get free dinner in Queens for the rest of his life, something’s wrong.
Now listen, the Dodgers, they looked like they just rolled out of bed hungover. Raul Vasquez? He lasted not even two innings — two! Gave up five runs, couldn’t find the strike zone, probably couldn’t find the bathroom either. The guy had an ERA of 27.00 after this thing. That’s not baseball, that’s a charity batting practice.
Meanwhile, the Mets crowd — my God, 39,000 people screaming like it’s the World Series. It’s Game 2 of a Wild Card Series! Calm down, people. But you know Mets fans — they haven’t seen joy since the Reagan administration, so let ‘em have it.
The highlight — Contreras comes up in the second inning, two outs, runners on, and boom — ropes a single that drives in two. That was it. Dodgers never recovered. The Mets tied the series 1–1. Tomorrow’s the big one, the decider. And you know what that means: Mets fans will either be planning the Canyon of Heroes parade or back on WFAN crying about how the team ruined their lives again.
By the way, can we talk about the year here? They’re calling this game October 11th, 1918. Yeah, okay. The Mets didn’t even exist back then. Dodgers were in Brooklyn. But sure, why not? Time travel baseball, baby.
Bottom line: Contreras carried the Mets, the Dodgers looked like garbage, and tomorrow somebody’s season goes straight into the shredder.
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