A game as cold as it was dismal and dismal as it was cold. Saw JCL from a distance pregame. Thought about shouting. Didn't as it felt too far for flagging down. Took tenth-inning refuge in the Promenade Club, which was deserted by the final out. SNY was a tick behind the live action, so it was eerie watching Montero give up run after run behind soundproof glass and then hearing Gary Cohen report it as if it were new. Our section featured a guy in a cape with a stuffed lion, the latter to pay homage to Cespedes, the former, well, who asks a guy why he's wearing a cape if a phone booth isn't nearby?