What a F***ing Game

16 innings, 8 glasses of water, 2 theraflus, 3 #1's, 1 very solid #2, 9 complaints from my roommate (all very much justified), 6 phone calls to my buddy pushing back the bbq, and 278 pitches caught by Paul Lo Duca later and the New Mets had their defining win of the season.

I remember sitting there in the 3rd inning after Shitty Trachsel got out of a bases loaded jam with the Mets down 2-1, thinking to myself, if the Mets go on to win this game, that may be the biggest inning of the season.

A huge strikeout to the very intimidating Ryan Howard followed by a ground ball to Shane Victorino and a fly out to David Bell and the Mets still had a shot. The game was not over in the 3rd inning.

The game went on. The highlight for the first half of the game at least was when the cameras caught Keith Hernandez eating popcorn and laughing at Garry Cohen as Ron Darling tried to continue with his point.

After a failed attempt, the Terrific Trio went off for about 2 minutes about Keith eating popcorn. Did I mention how I much I love these guys?


Then there was Jose Reyes, who did his best Phil Mickelson impression driving a ball in the dirt out of Shea to tie the game 8-8. There is not a single person who can swing at bad enough pitches to drive that ball out of the park. That, my fellow Mets fans, is why we love ourselves some Glass.

From there, the game very much resembled Game 5 of the 1999 NLCS, Robin's Grand Slam Single Game.

For 7 extra innings the game appeared like it would never end.

Darren Oliver, the 75 year old reincarnation of Octavio Dotel gave us the best 4 innings of his 28-year major league career. This guy really deserves a ton of credit.


One other group deserves a ton of credit. Throughout the course of the game our perfect broadcasters paid their respects to the fans that stuck it out.

We here at Y2K will do it again. Great job guys. It looked like about 10,000 stuck it out and that is just awesome. 1 of those 10,000, of course, was AFOMG. Wish I could have been there with you.

I thought back to the memorable day in October when Me and the Kid sat at the top of the upperdeck and watched Robin hit it out to give the Mets one last glimmer of hope.

I remembered my mother giving me the day off from school that Monday even before I asked. She really is a good shit.

So it was only fitting that my first postgame text message came from Timmy the Kid. Much love TK.

And then there was Carlos Beltran. This guy hasn't been what we would have hoped but he is starting to show signs.


If Julio Franco encouraging him to take that curtain call early in the season was step 1, then hopefully this will be step 2. If we can get this guy going, then watch out. Seriously, watch out.

I gotta say I am pretty drained. Six hours on the same recliner and even the laziest of the lazy start to get antsy.

This was a heck of a win.

As my good pal Goat added, "Thank goodness they won because as tired as I'm gonna be tomorrow it would be way worse after a loss."

Think about all your Yankee fan friends who have argued how long the season is or how they know they will be there in October.

Mets fans wait it out. God bless you all.

VCD,

SM