BOTTOM OF THE EIGHTH: METS 11 (2) – 4 NATIONALS
The Mets, tonight, sat on the edge of a giant cliff. The letters SWEEP written into the dirt of the plains below.
The Washington Nationals poking them with a stick, their toes inching closer, closer, to the edge—to the point where that N.L East lead might collapse back toward the imaginary.
And then, this eighth inning.