I’m still standing better than I ever did. Looking like a true survivor. Feeling like a little kid. -Elton John
Public Service Announcement: Ok, here we go! You gotta love it. You gotta love Pedro Martinez. I do. I loved what he did last night. Upstaged your boy last night. Upstaged Joba last night. While Joba Chamberlain was stumbling and bumbling through his sixty pitches, Pedro Martinez was doing what Pedro Martinez does best. Pitching a masterpiece. Don’t call him Pedro. Call him Picasso.
Picasso, back from his two-month stint on the DL, allowed just seven hits and three runs as he manned his way through six innings in the fifty-degree San Francisco night. He wasn’t on no pitch count. Not this guy. No siree Bobby. Picasso threw 109 pitches. Picasso threw in the nineties. Picasso showed his filthy Uncle Charlie. Picasso showed his filthy Uncle Charlie to Brian Horwitz and Fred Lewis to end his outing. And what an outing it was.
Petey made his presence felt on the mound. He made his presence felt off the mound. Off the mound for his first two-hit game since 1997 while with the Expos. He even delivered an RBI during an eight run fifth inning. Pedro may never be the world beater he once was. The world beater he was in 2000. In 2000 when he led the league in ERA by as much as half as the number two guy. Yowza! As much as half as Rocket Roger Clemens. No, he may never be that guy again. But the Mets don’t need him to be. They already have that guy. The already Have Johan Santana. They’ll just settle for Picasso.
Public Spectacle:
Peace out homies. Six two and even!
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