For those who didn't see the 4,927 commercials on SNY, Thursday night's return from the All-Star break was "Mets at the Movies" where you could have watched the game against the Braves at three different locations with three different big screens. And you couldn't have picked a better game for a screenwriter, what with the shunned facing the chosen yet tortured on the mound ... and the two guys traded for each other facing their former teams for the first time.But while some of you were getting your popcorn ready, I'm glad I didn't waste my money watching this crap in a theater, because I thought the ending was too predictable. It was like Ski School 4 or Waterworld. I'll wait for the director's cut DVD release with the deleted scenes of Ryan Church flexing in a mirror and doing one armed push-ups on a rusty bar like Clubber Lang, and Snoop Manuel practicing his latest laugh for future post-game news conferences ... it's a cross between Vincent Price from Thriller and DeNiro from Cape Fear.
Funny that as we're looking for new members for our "Hall of Hate" (have you voted yet), sometimes there's nothing like a classic. And when you're talking about the original team of the damned, Larry Jones might be wearing the "C". He showed why ... again.
And it didn't take long for the Phillies to gain another game on the Mets, which would make them a Harry Potter movie to our King Ralph.
