At Least the Mets Were Awake

If the Mets win in a forest and I don't hear the Giants fall, did it still happen? Sure it did. But the Mets winning in a walkoff usually creates a great big resonant sound in my Sunday as long as I'm near a TV or a radio carrying the broadcast. And I was — I was inches from the clock radio whose alarm I presumably semi-consciously shut off prior to gametime and then left me undisturbed for more than the next two hours and forty-six minutes. When I at last opened my eyes and saw the time, I thought that unless Steve Trachsel was pitching, Ed Sudol was umpiring or the forecast for rain-free skies was 100% wrong, I was spit out of luck. Indeed, I flicked on my radio at the unappointed hour to hear tell of a strong Mike Pelfrey start, a Daniel Murphy ninth-inning single and — tell me I'm not dreaming — a Luis Castillo blast to the second deck. It had all happened in the past tense. The Mets weren't winning. The Mets had won...had. It had happened without me. ...