Sure there were plenty of other games last night, many of which added to the thrilling and compelling tapestry of the game. But holyfuckingshitguys, Luis Castillo dropped a 140 foot pop up to cost his team the game! Check out Matt_T's tumblr for the screen cap.
Ordinarily the Mets bullpen doesn't need any help to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. That said; imported closer and demonstrative Jesusfreak Frankie Rodriquez has been nearly untouchable during his first season in the National League. It took a brief mental lapse from a remorseful Luis Castillo to derail K-Rod's outing, handing him his first blown save of the year. Take it away, emotional second baseguy:
A few minutes later, Castillo sat alone in the visitor's clubhouse, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, his head resting on his hands. His eyes were reddening.
A three-time Gold Glove winner, Castillo called it a "routine fly ball."
"I feel bad. I feel so bad," he said following his fifth error of the season. "The ball was moving a little bit."
The Mets lot in life has taken such a negative turn they're now forced to look towards Gary Sheffield as the voice of reason and stability:
Sheffield was brought here to give the Mets an edge. Now he must help find a way to keep them off the ledge. It doesn't get any worse than this, but Sheffield said the Mets already have begun the healing process.
"The thing is you just have to keep fighting," Sheffield said of a team that hasn't had enough fight to close out the season the last two years.
"As a team, we have to lift Luis up in that situation because it can happen to anybody," he said.
In keeping with the bizarro world theme, let us all be reminded that the game winning run was scored by 6 foot, 3 inch, 220 pound Yankee first baseman Mark Teixeira &mdash due to earn $20 million dollars this season &mdash scored from first base on the play! While teammate Alex Rodriquez slammed his bat in disgust, Mark Teixeira raced around the bases, covering more distance than Rodriquez's batted ball. High school coaches everywhere passed out in unison over their excitement while my eyes are already rolling back in my head awaiting Joe Buck's thorough Teixeira ball-washing this afternoon.