nail-biting thrills (not)

I thought by now I was used to the continuum of suspense, the rollercoaster, the ups and downs. Tonight, however, I don’t know if I’m just tired or if it was really that bad, but my mumbling in the kitchen about my lack of confidence that the Mets would pull this one out in the 9th earned me a mini-lecture from TBF, something about “you don’t have a lot of confidence in your players, now do you”.

At that moment, my answer would have been a resounding “no”.

I wish d.wright would pull out of his slump. And Cliff – well, you know, Cliff.
TBF: “Wow, is that the first ejection this year?”
MG: “No. Lo Duca – and Duaner, in Milwaukee.”
TBF: “Wow.”
MG: “Pretty good?”
TBF: “Um, yeah.”

Tomorrow I will be trying very hard to watch Pedro and Dontrelle Willis, while I frantically pack for a long weekend in Seattle. We’re back at Shea on Tuesday, for the return of the Mikes. This weekend, we’ll be watching Oakland play the Mariners (but no Barry Zito, two games on three days is all we can cram in amongst the other obligations).

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