Well, they did it. The Phillies overtook the Mets on the final day of the season to win the NL East. So many storylines, so little time. Let’s run through the major ones.
- This Mets collapse was historic. No team had ever lost a seven-game lead with 17 to play. Since Sept. 12, the Mets went 5-12, including losing six of their final seven — all at Shea Stadium against sub-.500 clubs.
You know who’s most excited about the Mets collapse? The 1964 Phillies. That team held a 6½-game lead on the Cincinnati Reds with 12 games remaining in the season, but collapsed, losing 10 in a row (the first seven played at home). Phillies fans will tell you the ’64 collapse was worse than this Mets collapse. Let’s just call it a tie.
- Jimmy Rollins might not win the NL MVP. But the man deserves some kind of recognition for the season he’s turned in. He came up big all season. He KILLED the Mets this year. And today, when it mattered most, he was at his best. He walked in the first inning, stole second, stole third and then scored on a sacrifice fly. Later in the game, he hit a triple to become the fourth member of the 20-20-20-20 club. MVP? I dunno. But they should invent a new award for J-Ro. The “Super Badass of the Year Award, maybe.
- The Phillies all of a sudden have three legit arms in their bullpen. J.C. Romero has been tremendous. He’s more or less single-handedly saved the team’s season. Tom Gordon isn’t what he used to be, but he’s still got good stuff. And Brett Myers has been simply unhittable the last few times out. Frankly, there’s almost nobody else I’d rather have coming out of the bullpen at the end of the game. He looks like he’s totally figured out the secret to closing games effectively. He isn’t just striking guys out. He’s striking them out looking. Batters look dumbfounded.
- In the let’s-see-how-much-more-we-can-squeeze-out-of-these-old-dudes contest, featuring Jamie Moyer and Tom Glavine, Moyer won easily. Glavine was awful today, as he tends to be in big games. Will Moyer have anything left for the playoffs? We’ll see. Frankly, I’m not sure I’ve got anything left in the tank. This was a wild season. I’m going to need a nap.