Bottom of the 1st

Got here right before the game started. Now I'm in it. Man, this series is killing me. I'm more bald and emotional than bald and effective.

A good omen for the game... A steel drum player was going to town on "Take Me Out to the Ballgame," while wearing a Mets jersey. I'll ignore that it was a Robbie Alomar jersey. That can't mean anything.

Jose Reyes bats. Jeff Suppan, pitcher for the Cards, did a hell of a job in his first outing. Lewis and I don't think he can possibly do that well again. Reyes is out. Grounder to shortstop.

Lo Duca comes up to the Bee Gees. He's awfully gay for a womanizing straight boy. He grounds out to Rolen.

Lewis thinks he may have just seen a friend behind the St. Louis dugout. Man, I'd be jealous as hell.

Beltran bats. Some kid has a terrible face painting job. Stupid kid. I like his enthusiasm, but he's gotta do better than that. Lewis is sending a text message, which is a bit anti-social, says Virgil, while we blog. Beltran doubles. Really stretches a single into a double. Nice work, Carlos.

Now Delgado. Opportunity, boys. Make some shit happen. Carlos walks. Good eye, Carlos.

David Wright. This guy's been cold as hell. Now's his chance for redemption. Like Shawshank, baby. Think Andy Dufrense. And he clobbers a bloop single into right field, and Beltran scores. Yahtzee! Delgado reaches third. I'm totally aroused right now.

Shawn Green batting for the Mets. Everyone's favorite Jew. He lines one right at Rolen. A lot of bat, but nothing more. Hell, I'll take it!

Mets 1, Cardinals 0.