Bottom of the 5th

Oliver Perez is batting. Almost got a hit, too, but didn't. Willie's smiling during his game-time interview, not sweaty, not swarthy. Well done, Willie.

What's the deal with Albert Pujols's herpes? Or as Virgil says, "Weepy, crusty mouth sore." That's gross. No wonder you popped out, Albert.

Lo Duca flies out and almost kills Wilson and Edmonds, who run into each other. Wilson holds on.

Mets 1, Cardinals 1

Goddamn, this is a good and fucking tense game. I can't take much more of this.