Mets 4, Cardinals 4 (top of the 3rd)
And now my skull hurts like Jim Edmonds’. The Cards’ CF just clobbered a John Maine offering over the fence in left center, and St. Louis is clawing back from a deficit for the 2nd time tonight.
Cards starter Chris Carpenter hasn’t faired much better, allowing a 3 run HR to Carlos Delgado in the home first. Thanks very much to Jesper for the text updates while I was stuck on a 7 train going the wrong way. On the bright side, I did get to travel with several of Paul Lo Duca’s lady friends.
Teenage girls can’t possibly wear too much cheap perfume.
I don’t want to sound like too much of an ingrate (Sam), but I had better sightlines for ballgames when my parents locked me in the basement. In the back of Shea’s mezz, the fate of balls hit in the air is just a rumour. Still, the company can’t be beat, and hopefully the same can be said of Darren Oliver.
(UPDATE : Chad Bradford came on for Maine in the 5th, and Carlos Delgado’s subsequent opposite field solo HR (above) off Carpenter in the last of the 5th put the Mets up, 5-4. His Albertness is still looking for his first hit of the series. And I think Michael Tucker has a higher OBP this postseason than A-Rod.
In retrospect, complaining about the location of playoff seats is pretty lame. Much like Anderson Hernandez, I’m damn lucky to be here. And if I was in my warm Texas home watching on Fox, David Roth couldn’t have pointed out the guy wearing a “Team Fredbird” jersey.)
It’s gotta be tough, when your seats aren’t close enough to pick up the colorful tuft of Scott Spiezo’s chin.
au contraire, Jason, even the residents of Mars (Uranus?) report the Rasberry Scroatee is clearly visible.
Attending a ballgame with Jim Laasko renders portable Google redundant. Jim correctly ID’d Spiezio’s former band of Limper Than Limp Biscuitheads as the immortal Sand Frog.
Sorry about the seats; I did no better. Caught the last half of the game in a bar on 14th & 7th where some jamband cover of “Gin & Juice” was the soundtrack to Scotty Too Hotty’s off-the-waller. Then the Anthrax cover of “Bring the Noise” came on the next time Mr. Pink fucked us royal. That guy sure knows how to rock! I wonder whether he can braid or dread that pubee of his.
you know Sam, when you asked me the other night if I could recommend anywhere to watch the game in Lower Manhattan and I replied “Hogs & Heifers”, I just kidding around.
I’d still rather watch Spiezio kill the Mets than watch Spiezio kill music. In case anyone feels otherwise: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bo6vPotihRw