Just plain exhausted
As you know, I usually DVR home games so I can watch them uninterrupted after my kids go to sleep. I set the end time to an hour after what it's programmed for, so I don't miss anything in case the game goes into extra innings -- if everything goes well, I can catch up to live before the taping stops.
So I'm watching the game last night, and it was one of those games where everything is going just great. The Mets had a 5-1 lead thanks to an RBI single by red-hot Carlos Delgado, a 2-run single by Moises Alou (who should be kept in a plastic bubble or hyperbaric chamber between games to maintain his health) and a two-run homer by David Wright.
The only blip on the screen early on (other than the thunderstorms on the radar) was John Maine's high pitch count, which forced him out after five innings at 101 pitches thrown. When Orlando Hudson hit a two-run homer in the fifth to make it 5-3, it didn't seem so bad.
Then, suddenly it seemed, the D-Backs had runners on second and third with two outs against Claudio Vargas, and Augie Ojeda pinch hitting. Just when you thought, "Damn, a single ties this game," a single tied the game. Augie. Ojeda.
Then came the lightning and the thunder and the anticipated delay, except by the time the game resumed, it was past 10:30 p.m. (when I set the DVR to stop recording) and when I got to that point in real time it was 11:30 p.m. So I switch to SNY to see that the Mets lost, 9-5, thanks to three home runs allowed by Joe Smith and Duaner Sanchez.
And that was that. I stayed up til almost midnight to see the Mets lose their fifth straight game and fall three games below .500. What a waste.
I was so annoyed, I didn't want to go to bed on that sour note. Luckily, VH1 was airing the 40 Most Softsational Soft-Rock Songs, a two-hour countdown that raised my spirits somewhat (man, that Orleans album cover) even though No.1 on the list was a no-brainer: Christopher Cross' "Sailing."
Had the Mets won, I would have been able to go to bed on time and get some sleep. Instead, I'm sleep deprived today and will likely have a crappy day at work. Thanks, Mets.
So I'm watching the game last night, and it was one of those games where everything is going just great. The Mets had a 5-1 lead thanks to an RBI single by red-hot Carlos Delgado, a 2-run single by Moises Alou (who should be kept in a plastic bubble or hyperbaric chamber between games to maintain his health) and a two-run homer by David Wright.
The only blip on the screen early on (other than the thunderstorms on the radar) was John Maine's high pitch count, which forced him out after five innings at 101 pitches thrown. When Orlando Hudson hit a two-run homer in the fifth to make it 5-3, it didn't seem so bad.
Then, suddenly it seemed, the D-Backs had runners on second and third with two outs against Claudio Vargas, and Augie Ojeda pinch hitting. Just when you thought, "Damn, a single ties this game," a single tied the game. Augie. Ojeda.
Then came the lightning and the thunder and the anticipated delay, except by the time the game resumed, it was past 10:30 p.m. (when I set the DVR to stop recording) and when I got to that point in real time it was 11:30 p.m. So I switch to SNY to see that the Mets lost, 9-5, thanks to three home runs allowed by Joe Smith and Duaner Sanchez.
And that was that. I stayed up til almost midnight to see the Mets lose their fifth straight game and fall three games below .500. What a waste.
I was so annoyed, I didn't want to go to bed on that sour note. Luckily, VH1 was airing the 40 Most Softsational Soft-Rock Songs, a two-hour countdown that raised my spirits somewhat (man, that Orleans album cover) even though No.1 on the list was a no-brainer: Christopher Cross' "Sailing."
Had the Mets won, I would have been able to go to bed on time and get some sleep. Instead, I'm sleep deprived today and will likely have a crappy day at work. Thanks, Mets.
posted by Gaspo @ 6:18 AM
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