With Cole Hamels’ stomach down for the count, a lonely nation of Phillies fans turned its eyes toward AA wunderkind Tyler Cloyd on a night when a victory over a division rival was sorely needed to maintain their late-season surge. Sadly, it was not to be. Cloyd fought hard, pitching six decent innings, but in the end it would not be enough.
All of the scoring in tonight’s game was over and done with before the fourth inning. The Phillies jumped out to an early lead with a few singles and a sacrifice fly from Ryan Howard, but the first inning ended with no further scoring to be had. The Mets answered right back in the second, with the pitcher Matt Harvey singling in Scott “somebody get this fucking guy out” Hairston to tie it up. The Phillies would retaliate in the bottom of the second, with Jimmy Rollins utilizing his patented GRIT AND HUSTLE™ to double in Kevin Frandsen on a sharp liner to right.
VICTORY WAS WITHIN REACH
Except…no. Lucas Duda homered in
Mike Ike Davis to bring the score back in NY’s favor, where it would stay until the game ended. Both pitching staffs put on powerhouse performances from there on out, with Cloyd only giving up one hit before being lifted for Jeremy Horst in the seventh. Three quick outs, Antonio Bastardo comes in. After giving up a hit, he was relieved for Philippe Aumont, who set the Mets down with relative ease. Lindblom gets a 1-2-3 ninth, and the Phillies still fail to score. And just like that, 3-2 Mets.
As bad as this loss was, it was that much worse watching it with a room full of casual Mets fans. Whatever. Just salvage one win, and it’ll be fine. Well, not fine, but it’s better than a sweep at home.
Tomorrow, Kyle Kendrick looks to continue his recent unstoppable streak against Jon Niese. Christ, I hate the Mets.