I Hate You, Kenny.

Here's the thing: I'm a dork. I like Axis & Allies. I read the first four books of George R.R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire earlier this summer, and I liked it so much I re-read the whole thing a month later. I've got a Dungeon Master's Guide; I've got a twelve-sided die. And I love me some sabermetrics -- I once calculated the VORP for every player on my co-ed, corporate softball team. That's just how I roll, sucka. I don't believe that shit like grit and hustle and David Eckstein's heart growing three sizes that day enabled him to win that World Series MVP.

Which is why it pains me so much to say, the Mets tonight looked like their season is over. I mean, what happened in this game has absolutely no bearing on how the remaining three games are going to play out, right? Right? You can't tell when a team is done by the look in their eyes, or their hanging heads, can you? There's no stat for that! Except, you know . . . when you can.

I know, I know. Ya gotta believe!! Yes, well, I believe, Lord. Help my unbelief.



I've got Kitty Pride, and Nightcrawler, too. Waiting there for me, yes I do.



ps -- My blasphemies may indicate that I'm taking tonight's loss a bit too hard