
Yeah, like the old Mamas and Papas song, it's Monday, Monday again, but honestly, it's not all I hoped it would be, as a line in the old classic song goes. It's raining cats and dogs here in beautiful Central New Jersey *snicker,* I'm wondering about the status of the game today at Shea between the Mets and the Pirates, and I really don't feel like being here today, not one bit. The dog days of August are officially here, and that feeling of being in limbo and at the end of something at the same time is upon me.

And the final touch, the lighting of the torch, with one of China's great former Olympians circling the stadium's membrane as if suspended in mid-air, culminating in the final whoooosh as the flame circled up the beautiful red torch...well, it's enough to give one goosebumps.
And how about that huge, as in humongous, LED screen on the floor of the stadium?
And how about the drummers?

Now, back to the Mets, who are now two games out of the division lead, having won the series from the very tough Marlins this weekend. I still think the Marlins are going to prove to be the tougher competition for the division crown, and it remains to be seen how Mets pitching will hold up down the stretch, with Big Pelf appearing to be suffering the affects of throwing more innings than he has in any year thus far in his career, John Maine coming off the DL, and the bullpen still a semi-train wreck with Billy Wagner still on the DL. But hell, it's a semi-train wreck even with Billy Wagner NOT on the DL, so there is that...

But perhaps, the best news of all is that the Yankees look for all the world as if it will be a real stretch for them to make the playoffs this year. As Jackie Gleason used to say... how sweeeeeeeeeeeet it is. Look, knowing the Yankees, you can't ever count them out, but for now, it surely doesn't look good; it surely doesn't.