bellyitcher

Turns out when you combine me, the Mets, and all-you-can-drink beer you get rain. Lots and lots of rain. And four run 8th innings for the Pond Scum. Poor Brad, giving up all those runs. Albert will buy him a nice dinner to make up for the error, I'm sure.

Luckily, I will not be at the remaining games.

Come to think of it, it's probably because I wasn't keeping score. The last time that happened only a Pujols walk-off saved the day.