Saturday’s Met-Phils game was the first in a long, long time that I would not have regretted watching. I’ll admit, I’m already in full football mode, and have been for sometime. Call me a fair-weather fan if you want. But even seeing the highlights from yesterday’s game was sweet. Yes, it’s petty and haterish, but seeing D-Wright and the Mets stick it to the Phils in the late innings made me cheer out loud. We all know that Lidge is back to not being lights out, and his replacements have stumbled, but I’ll be the first to admit that’s it’s way too soon to say that the Phils are really and truly stumbling, or to even think of uttering the “C” word.

Still, watching what’s left of the Mets, (who have nothing to play for at this point) embarrass the Phils in their own house and add to their not insignificant bullpen worries was nothing short of awesome. For better or worse, I feel like I haven’t had the bittersweet pleasure of watching my teams play the spoiler very often. To me, a true spoiler is a team that has nothing to play for except ruining some other team’s chances for bigger things. So if my team is actually bad enough to be in that position I probably don’t want to watch anyway. But maybe I can start to dream about the Mets as spoilers. And while it might make me a hater, if there is one thing that would give me a reason to hold my Mets cap-wearing head up a little higher after such a disastrous season, it would be the Mets in some small way making the Phils sweat a little. Misery loves company I guess. And if the Mets could actually do something to significantly hurt their rival’s quest for a repeat? Not very likely, I know, but I can dream, right?