I just woke up. I had been watching the Div. Series game, tie score, bases loaded Nomar up. I was worried but somehow I dozed off only to wake back up during a commercial, look at my clock and panic.

Had they won? Had they lost? Did I miss it? I threw back the covers in an "oh no! I missed the bus!" kind of way and flipped on the TiVo--still recording.

Whew. Eighth inning. Mets are winning. My heart is still pounding but now I am just sitting on the edge of the couch, pups on either side, watching, waiting.

Sure, this game is closer than C's game this morning. Poor C's team lost 23-3 this morning to the best team in the league above theirs--an undefeated team. But they held their heads high and kept on playing. In the bottom of the last inning our team batted around. They knew it wasn't going to win them the game. They knew they had lost. But they just kept playing--just kept having fun. I was as proud of them as I would have been had they just won the first playoff series. I was just a bit quieter. Plus, I got to hug their awesome catcher who today was the third basemen, right fielder, shortstop, pitcher and catcher. He's a pretty cool kid. And after a long day like that he still wanted to come back for Fall Ball competitions tonight where he won a first place medal for fastest time from home to first. Yup, C. He took out the "closet wheels" and he can really fly.

He was celebrating just like those Mets. And now I look at him sleeping on the pillow in my room. I wonder if I should wake him so he can share in the Mets' celebration. I decide to let him sleep. It can wait 'til the morning and he was already a winner tonight.

Let's go Mets! Way to get it done in three.