Well, our Mets are continuing their typical style of play... which is to say we're still hoping to make an out in the field. We're getting close. Our bats were alive tonight, as evidenced by the 21-17 score (at least that was our calculation -- the official score may have been even higher).

Poor Cookie us slumping -- tonight he got the Golden Sombrero as he struck out at each at bat. Eh, he gave it his best shot -- even came close to making a few plays at first base.

We're off until Tuesday, so maybe we can do some more practice with the glove. As for me, I want more time in the hammock out back. Spent some time in it just now, lounging under the tent, sitting up every few minutes to take a sip of Stock vermouth. The sky stays lit until around 10 p.m. around here, and I lose track of the time easily. Right now I'm waiting for the Indians game to start. They're on the west coast playing the Dodgers. Which makes me have to say:

Have another beer, Torre.