Yeah, so I watched the game last night, with Debbie gnashing her teeth beside me through the last inning. She couldn't bear to watch - she likes the abstraction of the Mets, but not enough to actually watch any games, because it's too disappointing when they don't do well. So I watch the occasional playoff game, me, the Yankee fan.
And as the strains of "Casey at the Bat" rolled through my head all through that last half-inning, well, we weren't the only ones feeling like denizens of Mudville last night.
A writer friend put it into words: Beltran at the Bat.