If you’re a Mets fan trying to squeeze some small, pathetic measure of solace out of Roy Halladay’s no-hitter, I offer you this: The Phillies’ win significantly increases the chances Halladay will pitch again this October, which increases the already-high likelihood he will surpass his career-high single-season innings total of 266, set back in his Cy Young season in 2003. And Halladay struggled with shoulder problems for a large portion of the 2004 season, and he was only 27 then.
But to so much as consider that right now would be tantamount to wishing misfortune, ineffectiveness or injury down the road on a great pitcher in the immediate wake of a historic accomplishment.
If you read this site with any frequency you know I love spectacle, and I like Halladay as a pitcher — laundry aside — because I appreciate excellence in all of its forms.
But I hate the Phillies so much that every part of my soul wanted Brandon Phillips to beat out that dribbler last night. I just couldn’t stand the thought of the Phillies fans I know getting even more to brag about, and spending a night out vomiting on children in celebration.
Still, we got to watch something special, and though it’s great for Halladay, it amounts to only one win for the Phillies. So here’s hoping Bronson Arroyo makes sweet music tomorrow night and Sunday the Reds’ hitters roll up on Cole Hamels like a bunch of werewolves on a sparkly vampire, or something.
Pardon me if that reference is heavy-handed; I don’t read the Twilight books, as Hamels does.

But I have a pretty strong feeling Joe McEwing, at 38 and with no managerial experience above A-ball, will not be the Mets’ next skipper. And if we’re going to campaign for such unlikely solutions, I might as well lobby for an WPA generator like some folks at 