Friday the 13th Strikes Me, and the Mets

I would have had an entry up from Thursday night's game on Friday, but Friday the 13th started at 3:30 in the a.m. when I woke up in severe intestinal distress and spent the next 8 hours wearing down the carpet to my bathroom. I ended up not going to work and spent the Tigers-A's game curled up in ball on my futon in the living room before I was able to function again. Thursday's game was during my usual live band karaoke gig, and it was very odd hearing people cheer loudly during a song when nothing onstage was deserving such a cheer. I must admit, I was totally distracted from my job of making sure the people on stage would know when to come in on songs, which made for some rough moments. Alas, we have a gig tonight at a private party; I sense that I will be finding the nearest TV to room where we are set up

Two last thoughts on Thursday's game: Albert Pujols is turning into an asshole, and Tom Glavine is without a doubt a big game pitcher.

Friday the 13th came in all sort of forms for the Mets--John Maine not having control of the strike zone, Shawn Green missing a catch at the right field wall, two other errors in the game; and Billy Wagner becoming human again for the first time since the All-Star break. So it's 1-1 heading to St. Louis tonight, which is okay. I expected the Mets to lose the one Chris Carpenter start. They did win 8 in a row--now I expect a new streak of 3 in a row to begin.