A Yankee fan I work with said to me this morning that at least we're still playing meaningful games in September.
I'm still trying to find any meaning in last night's debacle.
I was in Loge13 last night with the Kingman patriarch and matriarch, Ron Hunt and the whole Bayside gang. It was the last time we will all sit together in Loge13.
But today, I got nothing to say. In a few days, I'll post more on that last game together. Unfortunately, the game itself was crushing. The Mets blew a 5-1 lead and a Delgado grand slam and lost to the Cubs 9-6. After being there Monday to watch the Mets lose 9-5
, it's getting kinda rough.
So I'm not going to talk about Perez blowing the lead and turning in one of his weakest performances of the past few months.
I'm not talking about how we had 1st and 3rd with no out in the 7th and didn't score.
I'm not talking about how we had 1st and 3rd with no out in the 8th with no outs and only managed one run.
I'm not talking about how Murphy led off the 9th with a triple and didn't score.
Or about how Church grounded into a fielder's choice with the bases loaded.
Or how Castro struck out with the bases loaded.
Lets forget all that. We're heading out to Shea tonight for our last game ever in Loge13. But they are predicting soaking showers which may put a damper on things.