Wow
Regretfully, I admit I quit.
Nice one, douchebag.
When Hoffpauir hit that three run shot off of Rincon in the 7th and in the pissing down rain, seconds after Pedro had made his graceful exit from the game, I snapped the game off and cursed myself to sleep. 158 games and and 6 1/2 innings of this up and down, high and low had finally taken it's toll. That and four consecutive nights of midnight starting times, virtual somnambulism. It was only human.
Little did I know one night after the worst loss of the season the Mets would pick themselves up off the canvas once more and give us yet another night of survival.
And in the morning, reluctantly reaching for the recorder to replay what was certain to be the final nail in the coffin, it suddenly became christmas morning three months early. I couldn't believe my eyes.
METS 7 CUBS 6, misery postponed.
Did you lose faith after Delgado grounded into a double play following Wright's lead off single in the 8th or did you wish you were one of thousands sitting in the pouring rain and gusting winds watching Church, Ramon Martinez and Cancel turn into heroes before your very eyes?
And what about Church twisting and inhaling and swerving to avoid the tag at home plate when he seemed certain to be out by a mile? Lastings Milledge, anyone?
And the 9th, after the sickening failure of the night before; the Magical Murph's comically inept bunting skills on display at the worst of times with Reyes running on a two strike pitch, Wright striking out in typical Mr Hit Em When They Don't Matter fashion, Delgado getting intentionally walked all over again and finally, with the season on the line, Beltran stepping up.
No doubt Game 7 of the 2006 NLCS must have crossed your mind.
Time to keep the bat on your shoulder for strike three again Mr Team To Beat? Mr Hitting .226 When It's The 7th Inning Or Later?
Nope.
Wheeeeeeeeew.
Three games left, no effin idea how this will play out now.
Good christ, what a season!
Marlins? Let's exorcise THOSE demons, too.
Nice one, douchebag.
When Hoffpauir hit that three run shot off of Rincon in the 7th and in the pissing down rain, seconds after Pedro had made his graceful exit from the game, I snapped the game off and cursed myself to sleep. 158 games and and 6 1/2 innings of this up and down, high and low had finally taken it's toll. That and four consecutive nights of midnight starting times, virtual somnambulism. It was only human.
Little did I know one night after the worst loss of the season the Mets would pick themselves up off the canvas once more and give us yet another night of survival.
And in the morning, reluctantly reaching for the recorder to replay what was certain to be the final nail in the coffin, it suddenly became christmas morning three months early. I couldn't believe my eyes.
METS 7 CUBS 6, misery postponed.
Did you lose faith after Delgado grounded into a double play following Wright's lead off single in the 8th or did you wish you were one of thousands sitting in the pouring rain and gusting winds watching Church, Ramon Martinez and Cancel turn into heroes before your very eyes?
And what about Church twisting and inhaling and swerving to avoid the tag at home plate when he seemed certain to be out by a mile? Lastings Milledge, anyone?
And the 9th, after the sickening failure of the night before; the Magical Murph's comically inept bunting skills on display at the worst of times with Reyes running on a two strike pitch, Wright striking out in typical Mr Hit Em When They Don't Matter fashion, Delgado getting intentionally walked all over again and finally, with the season on the line, Beltran stepping up.
No doubt Game 7 of the 2006 NLCS must have crossed your mind.
Time to keep the bat on your shoulder for strike three again Mr Team To Beat? Mr Hitting .226 When It's The 7th Inning Or Later?
Nope.
Wheeeeeeeeew.
Three games left, no effin idea how this will play out now.
Good christ, what a season!
Marlins? Let's exorcise THOSE demons, too.
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It helps to be able to watch the game on MLB.com the next day.
Jerry: Oh you're crazy.
Kramer: Am I? Or am I so sane that you just blew your mind?
Jerry: It's impossible.
Kramer: Is it? Or is it so possible that your head is spinning like a top?
Jerry: It can't be.
Kramer: Can't it? Or is your entire world just crashing down all around you?
Jerry: Alright, that's enough.