At 3–2 with the bases loaded, my wife remembered that I hadn't taken the chihuahua out. Bases were loaded, but the family comes first, so I left the Mets to the fates, and out we went, in the rain. I came back in and as I came up the stairs, I was thinking, "It had BETTER be 7–2 now." And hey! Look! It's 7–2!