Top of the 6th

Shawn Green bats against Jonathan Broxton, some young, fat bastard of a pitcher. Boy, I'm in a foul mood. Bastards.

But I just got a piece of kickass pumpkin pie and Green hit a double. That cheers me somewhat. A lot, actually. I've got pie and the Mets have momentum. Let's go Mets!

Valentin batting. And he fucking popped out. What a waste of an at-bat. Michael Tucker pinch-hits for the walk-meister Pedro Feliciano. The Fox announcers are talking about potential match-ups for tomorrow, but it would be nice if it didn't come to that. Oliver Perez, indeed. Full count on Tucker. And Broxton walks him. That feels pretty good. Unlike the walks the Mets gave up in the bottom of the 5th.

Jose Reyes has not hit well in the series, and he bats now. I hope those last few pitches by Broxton are an indication that his control is going south. Dodger Stadium clearly has a live organist, which can be heard while Grady Little comes out for a visit. I like live organs at baseball games. So they do that right in LA. Now Broxton is just throwing as hard as it can. It's working. He's got Reyes swinging late. But he's also fouling off pitches. So it's becoming a good at-bat. Reyes hits a bloop single into centerfield and Shawn Green scores. Reyes' two hits this series have been good ones. Big ones.

Lo Duca hits a soft flare behind Furcal, and Michael Tucker scores. Lo Duca makes it to second on the throw home, and Reyes is on third. This is a good inning. I'm guessing it was my pie that made all the difference. Phil makes one hell of a mean pie.

Beltran bloops a single, too. This is just like the first inning. Bloop single and another run, as Reyes scores. That's three runs this inning. Boy, this feels good. I'm telling you: it's a fucking great piece of pie. Broxton looks on the verge of tears, now facing Delgado. Broxton's eaten some pie in his day, and I'm glad he hasn't eaten Phil's pie. It's the pie that makes all the difference.

Delgado strikes out. Too bad. He could've really done some damage. Now Wright. That first pitch was one to hit out. But he let it go by for strike one. Beltran takes second, just because he can. Now they're calling Wright "clutch." The Wright love-in continues, but David strikes out to end the inning.

But the Mets get three and retake the lead.

Mets 7, Dodgers 5.