Factoring in the literal gloom, the plunge in temperatures, the spitting rains, the caliber of opponent, the fact that I was there the night before to witness ninth-inning heartbreak and the length of the proceedings (plus the guy in the ATF cap and Army t-shirt who lectured the Mets for being a bunch of millionaires who are afraid of a little rain before he went off to ingest some alcohol, burn some tobacco and explode some firearms -- and another guy who explained loudly to all six of us in the Promenade that the Nationals would keep scoring because this way their agents would be able to get them more money), that may have been the worst Non-Collapse game i've ever been to. It was all I could do to not give Justin Turner six Schaefer points out of gratitude for ending it with a double play. But nice to see themetfairy and dgwphotography before it all went to hell.