So I just got home from this game.  Needless to say, I'm pretty sad right now.  Not so much for the lost, but more sad because Oliver Perez deserved better.

We sat in the upper deck.  Two Mets fans (My sister and myself), two Giants fans, and one neutral party.    If you've never been to AT&T/SBC/PACBELL Park, it's actually a really nice place to watch a game, and today was a very nice day.

I was pumped, because I wanted the Mets to put Zito in his place, you know, make him see on the offense he was missing out on.  I was pumped to see Oliver Perez shut down the Giants.  There was only one number that was looming that I had looked at before I went to the game: Rich Aurilla.  I believe he had three homers against Ollie, but even then, I wasn't that worried.

The game was going rather smoothly.  I was in a section with a decent amount of Mets fans.  When we finally scored in the top of the fifth, I thought to myself, "Here we go".  Sadly, I was wrong.

Bottom of the fifth was a complete nightmare.  I think, that's the only way you can put it.  I was in the upper deck, just between third base and home plate, and I can tell you that ball NEVER went out.  I'm pretty sure a fan might have even got his fat Barry Bonds loving hand in that play somewhere.  But, that ball never went out.  Because, balls that are usually hit for home runs, don't fall back onto the outfield grass.  There was no replay shown in the stadium.  Not once.

So I knew what was coming up, Oliver Perez Meltdown Part II (or III).  He was even pitching decently after the "home run".  Even though he did give up a hit to Barry Zito, which we did get a replay of.  This was the first of many replays that they would show on their shiny new HD jumbotron.  Zito's single, Green's Error, a bird flying by, a kid eating cotton candy.  Replays for everything ever, with the exception of the "home run".

Easley's error wasn't that bad (I'm not saying errors are ever good...), but Green's error was the nail in the coffin.  I think the Molina brothers become MVP players when they play against us.

Anyhow, after that inning, all the Giants fans got incredibly big egos.  This one girl sitting in front of me was a Mets fan and she said, "COME ON METS! YOU CAN DO IT!!" and this old bitch turned around and said, "No, they can't."

Then above me, apparently a comedy club had opened up.  This girl was, I guess, doing her best impression of a heckler.  I believe her first joke went a little something like this, "Hey Easley, you could....EASILY mess up this inning."  To which I replied, very loudly, "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!  WOW."

That's not all.  Moises Alou: "Hey Moises....you're...ALOUser!"  Which, was another funny thing.  Alou got booed when his name was announced.  I thought that was rather odd.  David Wright: "Hey David Wright....you're...not doing things that way...because you are Wrong."

Word for word, the worst heckling I have ever heard.

So we tried to mount a comeback, if only that ball had gone over Linden's head.  Half the crowd left as soon as they saw Barry Bonds was out of the game, which is pretty much the case with all Giants games.

After the game, I was really hoping there was a back door I could find and get out without anyone seeing me, but I didn't need one.  Not one person said a single thing to me.  I was really impressed.  Unlike when the Mets played the A's three years ago and as I was leaving the entire stadium, I kid you not, chanted, "Fuck New York!"  There were a lot of Mets fans saying, "We'll get 'em tomorrow!"  Which I hope we do, because I'm going to that game too.  This old lady was singing "Tomorrow" from Annie.  "Tomorrow, tomorrow, we'll get 'em tomorrow" and she looked at me with a smile.

"Lady," I said, "You're the happiest Mets fan ever right now."

Tomorrow....