Hmmm. Maybe Someone doesn’t like the way tonight’s game is going…
Let’s Go Mets!
Back to the game now, after a couple scoreless innings (for us that is. Yankees got another run)…
Um…Top of the 7th and we’ve got 1 hit?
Here’s what Zoe would like to know: Where the heck did our offense go? Forgive me if I sound a tad bitter. I’ll change my tune if you show me a hitter!
Come on boys!!
10:10 PM, bottom 7th: We’ve got two more at bats to save this game. And three more not to screw up.
10:16 PM: Good job, El Duque. Now let’s get some run support. Cliffy, you lead off like nobody’s business, okay!?
10:23: Yeah, Cliffy ground out and Valentin popped up. 4 outs left in this game to, oh I dunno, HIT something?
10:25: Make that 3 outs left. Sanchez was warming up in the bullpen. C’mon Duaner.
The boyfriend is telling me that making him watch the game at this point is like making him watch a child be beaten. Melodramatic much, Rob?
10:29: 😦 😦 😦 😦 😦 Jeter gets a double.
10:32: Yankee fans boo their own A-Rod as he pops up for the second out. Duaner’s not pitching to Posada.
10:35: David Wright catches a pop up and smiles briefly to Reyes. The boyfriend says, "Why is he smiling? I’m not smiling. Do I look like I’m smiling?" On to the top of the 9th.
10:40: Camera closes in on David Wright’s look of despair. 2 outs.
10:43: It’s over.
El Duque pitched a decent game. We just couldn’t get a hit to save our lives.
Rob’s final thought of the evening: "Ever since you started your blog, the Metsies haven’t been doing too good. Maybe you should stop."