Welcome Back, Welcome Back, Welcome Back

Sports have brought me good tidings in the last couple days, so let's take a look at them.

• Welcome back, Duaner Sanchez. It's rare that a relief pitcher, especially the setup man and not the closer, can have such a huge impact on the fortunes of a team. It might even be ridiculous for me to think Duaner will have a huge impact, but it isn't hard to envision the Mets as much stronger if he's holding down the eighth inning, freeing up Aaron Heilman to suck in the seventh inning and pushing Scott Schoenweis further into oblivion.
• Welcome back, Mets' home run stroke. The last time this team hit three home runs in a game was last year, and before tonight, that was also the last time Jose Reyes and Carlos Beltran cleared the fences. Also encouraging is that Ryan Church continues to pwn lefties, in blatant defiance of everyone who said he would look like a spastic twelve-year-old swinging his stuffed animal against southpaws.
• Welcome back, good times at Shea. I think I saw one win last year, when I went on the Deadspin field trip and got ketchup all over comment fascist Rob Iracane. That's the only win I can remember anyway. So last night was certainly a joyous occasion thanks to the blowout and the strong performance of prodigal prospect Mike Pelfrey. Hopefully the Mets won't skimp out on the home wins this year and will provide myself and the bloodthirsty jerks of Shea Stadium with many good times.
• Welcome back, playoff wins at the Garden, another event that hasn't occurred since last year. It almost happened Sunday, but wasn't meant to be. However, the hockey gods wouldn't let the Garden faithful go unsated, giving the good guys not only a win, but a beautiful moment in the budding career of Mark Staal. Beating Marty Brodeur, even an older Brodeur, for a game winning goal in the playoffs is one of those great feelings I'll never get to experience, much like Tex will never know what it's like to really be human (he's half lizard).
• Welcome back, retarded fucking Yankee/Red Sox apocalypses. The game, which is just about to end, sits with a score of 15-9 Skanks in the top of the ninth. These two teams should just start their own league where they use pitching machines and let the actual talented pitchers on both teams filter out into the rest of the pitching starved baseball world.