Bottom of the 8th

Jon Lovitz really makes Subway sandwiches look unappetizing. The humpback whale calls inside the Holiday Inn is pretty funny, I guess, but I think I'm feeling forgiving because the Mets just added to their lead.

Aaron Heilman faces Furcal here in the 8th. Greg Maddux just impressed Phil and me with his bubble blowing abilities. Furcal's got a full count. And Furcal dumps a single into left. Aw, damn. Fortunately, Lofton's batting now, and he reliably pops out. I like that Kenny Lofton. Marlon bats. And while he does they show Lofton emoting in the dugout. Lo Duca makes a nifty snag behind the plate to save a wild pitch. And with the count full to Marlon, he hits it hard but right at Beltran in center.

Kent the dick faces Heilman now. They just put up a factoid: "Needs triple for the cycle." I just don't see it happening. Even with three -- THREE -- triples this year. Instead he softly lines a single into center, off the end of the bat. Boy, he's a good player, even if he is a dick.

Now it's Drew vs. Heilman with two on and two outs. And Drew grounds softly to Delgado who steps on first for the third out. Yessir!

Mets 9, Dodgers 5.