The tribal chief spoke loudly tonight and the Phillies' bats could barely muster a peep off of him.
What a fucking performance by one of the many absolute gems from David Stearns' masterclass offseason.
The Mets bats however were loud all night just like my Mos Eisley Cantina brothers in the Gambling Cave.
You know something special is happening when Frank is smiling at a Mets game.
The job sure as hell isn’t over but it’s a good start.
The Mets need to step on the Phils' throats and finish this series off tomorrow.
LFGM and get ready for war tomorrow afternoon.
