Bottom of the 6th

Now the commercials aren't affecting my mood. This game is getting long. Seriously. This is a slow game. I like baseball, so slow isn't that big a thing, but soon, the missus is going to want to go to bed, and this game might just still be going into infinity.

Guillermo Mota pitching for the Mets now. He used to plunk Mike Piazza, just for laughs. But now we like him because, you see, he's a Met. Rafael Furcal grounds out. I don't want to jinx this, but Furcal has really stunk this series. Maybe that's the source of the sulphur smell that Endy Chavez is always noticing.

Kenny Lofton, who's struggled like hell, bloops a single to center off Mota. And now we've got the tough part of the lineup. Marlon and Kent the dick. Marlon blows a nice bubble in the batter's box and steps in. Again, this game grinds to a halt as Mota keeps throwing over to first base. Eventually, after some timeouts and more throws, Marlon flies out.

Shortly thereafter, Kent the dick hits a double that bounces into the stands. Second and third now and two outs. JD Drew wastes no time in flying out to center to end the inning and the threat. Me likey.

Mets 7, Dodgers 5.