well, it might as well be easy if the universe is such a place the mets can slam the phillies 8-0 …
yes, moyer was pitching, and theoretically there should have been a shut out (or close to one) when the mets and phills met may 2 … the woeful night santana imploded and takahashi had to poo-poo before bailing johan out, costing a grand slam …
r.a. dickey, obviously, did well; though, his performance was not without drama … bases loaded in back-to-back innings (2nd & 3rd) … but raul valdes did such a nice job … like that thing about not giving up any runs and then (bonus) hitting in barajas with a double and scoring a run himself. for most of the game, at the end of each inning, the mets score ticked up a run … like the little engine who could …
and now the mets are only tied for last place in the NL east, which is pretty tight anyway … four games separating first and last places; three games, first and second.
with takahashi pitching tonight, the mets might be able to win again … or at least lose a very close game, and as a mets fan, i am more than happy to accept the latter.
off baseball but related to our underdog theme: can anyone get over the phoenix bench?! holy crap! is it true that i might actually be excited for western conference finals? screw the foregone conclusion! woot!


















i have never felt capable of keeping vegetation alive … forget healthy or thriving … i am talking simply not limp or brown or crunchy. yes, my entire adult life i have been enormously intimidated by plant life. if it photosynthesizes, it is a source of fear for me … or, i should say, it WAS a source of fear. the plant world and i have forged a sort of detente that — dare i dream — is threatening to become a successful symbiotic partnership … a mutual admiration society.











