At 1:15 the Marlins announcers were remarking about how the level excitement in good ol Shea was off the charts.





Fast forward 15 min, its 7-0, future Hall of fame pitcher Tom Glavine is sitting on the bench with a towel on his head. That inning and look on his face are a microcosm of the last six weeks as his eyes say "what in the fuck just happened."

A few thoughts on the game:

Its one thing to blow it, but another to blow it before you come to bat.

The only thing worse than watching your team complete an historical level of choking is to listen to the opposing team's announcers call the game. Imagine an ex that hates you, giving play by play of a less than stellar sexual performance on pay per view. When Glavine hit the opposing pitcher with the bases loaded, the ex is screaming over the mic " I told you he wasn't shit!"

The game isn't over yet but who am I kidding, the fat lady has been singing since 2:00 pm! This is going to hurt for a long time.

I can now look forward to chants of 2007 from now until the Mets win another World Series. Hopefully this will happen before I die. This is the type of incident that curses are built upon.

Tom has called twice but I have no urge to speak to anyone, however, I should call my brother since it's his birthday. Which is fitting since he's a Red Sox fan, 1986 anyone?

Congrats to Jimmy Rolins for backing up his off season proclamation and eventual 2007 National League MVP. That's how you close the deal!

The slogan of the 69 mets , " You gotta believe!"

I believe this season sucked big ol' Monkey balls!

Steelers game starts at 4:15, Giants play at 8:30.

Football season starts today!

Tags: choking, fat lady, mets
Current Mood: depressed
Current Music: Moonlight Sonata