Ooooofff!!!

Wow.

Just got up after attending last night's debacle.

Showed up a little late after having to park at the marina clubhouse so when I got in Knight was down 1-0, bases loaded, 1 out--ouch. Panic immediately sets in. Final tally: 4 ER, 5 hits, 1 HBP. It's gonna be a loong night (boy, was I right...)

Metties come back strong with 2 in the bottom of the first (Wright get RBI but kills rally with another run-scoring groundout--this has to stop!)

Knight settles down nicely--goes 5 IP, holds Cards to 2 more hits over his next 4, racks up a few nice K's, shows the composure you expect from the elderly...

Delgado--FREAKIN' HUGE. 2 more dingers. Jose adds one that outdistances either of Carlos's shots. Mets get lead, things looking better...until the bullpen steps in...

Muniz gacks another one, bullpen stinks for an inning (as usual), fans killing Sanchez--at least he recorded 1 out tonight (Jerry must hate us to subject the fans to the nightly dose of Load-'em-up Duaner), Cards tack on another 4-spot. Feast or famine for the Redbirds offense.

Metties claw back again, a bit at a time. Tatis once again is clutch (although Ankiel just missed pulling an Endy).

Wags is a rock (guess we're not playing an important game)--2 perfect innings and was dominant.

After 16 innings and 16 runs, both O's go to sleep. Mets load bases in x-tree innings, don't score, leave runners left and right. Cards aren't even threatening--I've got a bad feeling about this...

Stupid vendors stopped coming around about 5 innings ago--starving and dehydrating...where are those neon-yellow/green shirts?!? No way am I leaving until this is over...

Never a good sign when you're there for the 7th inning stretch redeux (as an aside, during the 1st stretch a lovely lady sang "God Bless America." When are we going to make this a normal part of the stretch--almost every other team already does...)

My boy, Heilman, is entering his 3rd inning and looking solid(since we used everone in the 6th--again). Anyways, looks like my suffering is about to end--Pujols hit a ball so hard into the bleachers it tossed people aside when it landed. Oh, and there was a guy on, too--where did he come from? Had I nodded off? Oh, well...damn that Heilman--he stinks!

Wondering which would be worse, going down 1-2-3 in the bottom of the 14th or plating 2 and continuing my agony...wow--before I can even come to a decision in my mind it's over. Top of the order goes down peacefully. Someone probably pointed out today's game (at this point it is well into Sunday) is a 1:10 start and sleep was needed by all.

Aargh--now I've gotta walk about 1 1/2 miles to go sit in traffic to get outta here.

Need sleep--review game in morning...zzzzz