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Self-Delusional Tuesday

Granted, I'd like to be leading two-oh going into Game Three, but I like our chances with the World Series one-one coming to Shea tonight. I also like John Maine. A lot.
Let's shake off Game Two. Whatever it is Kenny Rogers did or didn't have on his hand, we can assume he was waiting seven years for this chance. Glavine pitched well, Rogers pitched better. Let's just put it behind us. At least we've seen him. Besides, if Kenny Rogers' postseason has been a shock, you have to take El Duque's return in Game One as at least a mild surprise. Guy doesn't pitch for weeks and he gives us seven solid innings before turning it over to Aaron and Billy (a 1-2-3 ninth at last!).
This thing's turning right back in our favor. Wright has begun to hit. Beltran's still hot (fouling off that impossible curve ball from Wainwright, staying alive and stroking that walkoff triple on the next pitch, of course he's still hot). Chavez we know can field. He's bound to poke another one through the infield like he did off Verlander to win Saturday night.
I guess it all comes down to Maine. He pitches very well at Shea as he proved in Game One of the NLDS and Game Six of the NLCS. He's got to avoid mistakes to Monroe and Inge, who are killing us, but he's also got to stay aggressive. He has a little American League experience and that can't hurt (though if it were that impressive, I imagine he'd still be an Oriole; I wonder what Kris and Anna are doing tonight…oh yeah, same as La Russa and Molina: watching us). We wouldn't be here without him and Perez, and I like the both of them in Games Three and Four. But let's just focus on Game Three. That's what at Shea tonight.
Jose will get on and Lo Duca, bad thumb and all, will move him along, and the rest you already know. We play our game, we can win. And all of us, we're the tenth through 56,000th man, as in man, I can't wait to get out there tonight! My first World Series game. The Tigers think they know loud? Forget it. This is the Mets' den. I'm so excited, I'm shaking again.
Gonna be a cold one. Gotta go start layering.
Let's Go Mets!

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