Went out running tonight for the first time in weeks, after resting a sore foot and finally overcoming a cold that lasted for weeks. Maybe it was swine flu, I dunno. Doc visit and a lotta antibiotics finally killed it.
Anyway, I take the Mets along with me as usual on my little radio, and hit the ascent of the Williamsburg Bridge as the Mets bat in the 9th. I'm hoping they only keep the inning going long enough to reach the top, but since its my first run in awhile and I'm kinda slow and clumpy through the first 20 minutes and in a bad mood I'm thinking if they lose this thing, I'm going to cut the run short by crossing onto the south walk at the midpoint of the bridge, which would shave about 2 miles/20 minutes off my regular circuit.
Then you know what happened, and I have to say Howie and Wayne were just excellent and propelled me to the descent and on into Manhattan as they worked it out. Howie did the call live --"This one's got a chance!" -- and Wayne knew right away they'd blown the call, and that Francona was going to get pissed about Sheffield having run into Shines. They kept up the drama despite being convinced the call would go the Mets way.
They didn't miss a beat by leaving that half inning with the news that Putz was up and not Rodriguez. I turned around at Stanton and headed back up the bridge toward Brooklyn convinced this was another "feel for the game" move from Jerry. And Howie again was making great calls. Wayne talked about the "rockets" getting hit, and I saw Castillo dive, Martinez go deep to his right, and Murphy scoop the short hop as Howie "put it in the books" and I shouted and did a big Jobba style fist pump just as I reached the midpoint of the bridge again.
Anyway, I'm hard on Hagin sometimes but these guys were great company and called a greeat game. Howie afterward declared it was the best Mets regular-season win since Wright hit one over Damon's head in '06. Anyone care to argue that?
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