I was at the bar of a local Mets fan/freelance sports writer, and I had two premonitions. 1) "I know Lugo hasn't given up a run in a dog's age, but look at Soto's face. That MoFo is locked in. He totally knows what's coming ... " and KABOOM! or whatever you call a pounded homer by the opposition. Maybe a ¡MOOBAK. 2) Next inning, I'm all, "Look at that douchebag with the crooked ha ... holy shit, is that ... FERNANDO RODNEY?! THAT guy is still at it? He's been in the league since crunk was a thing and he's NEVER done anything against the Mets. I don't care if the Mets are sending Guillorme up here. This guy's TOTALLY gonna put his foot in it ..." and KABOOM! Except, this time it was a true Mets KABOOM! Fucking KABOOM! I paid my tab and headed to my car and Howie Rose took me home via the miracle of satellite radio. Despite getting to spend the game with a Mets fan or two, for some reason I wanted to follow the conclusion on my own. Actually, I wanted to follow it with youse guys. Holy shit, right?