That Makes Seven-for-Seven

With ninety-five degree weather, delays in the 7 train, passengers packed in like sardines, a lack of AC in the cars resulting in the distinct smell of sweaty balls, and lightning cracking all around Shea, I thought for sure my Mets karma had finally run out.

But David Wright hit a two-run home run in the first inning, and Tom Glavine pitched a one-hitter through five. I didn't think Tommy Gun looked that sharp. He threw a lot of pitches and gave up a couple of hard-hit balls resulting in nice plays in the field.

And then, while I was getting my traditional Carvel hot fudge sundae, the rains came. Lightning, thunder, felled trees, power outages throughout Queens. I got really wet.

But the Mets won. They'd played five. Tommy Gun got win number 297.

My weather karma stinks. My Mets karma remains solid.

Unfortunately, I don't have another game on the books again until August. I might have to do some walk-ups.