Rain delay & liveblogging.

So you know how in the story of Noah and the Ark, God doesn’t like the way the world’s going, so He sends a big old flood to set things right?

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."