NY Mets at Twins. Twins 2, Mets 1.

Sometimes, when you go to a game, you end up sitting next to fans of the opposing team, and said fans might be redolent with cigarette smoke and might be somewhat intoxicated, and then they might spend the whole game obnoxiously heckling the Twins players right in Batgirl's ear. So with the game tied in the ninth inning, when a Mister Jacque Jones comes up and said fans keep yelling, "Hey Jones, you SUCK!" and other incredibly ingenious variations on such, it is an indescribable joy to have Mr. Jones proceed to hit a lead-off single. And when Mr. Jones then tears around the bases on a hit-and-run and scores due to both his own speed and a series of Met miscues, well, a Batgirl achieves Nirvana.

Now, I don't like interleague play. I don't have any good reason, except that I feel that there's just something not right about these match-ups—like day old sushi nor marrying your cousin—but nonetheless a Rad Radke/Tom Glavine duel is a match made in heaven, and both pitchers were positively angelic. Radke struck out seven in seven innings, keeping Mike Piazza hitless and holding the Mets to just one run and five hits. Glavine, meanwhile was fierce after a shaky first inning, and by the seventh had only thrown 77 pitches. (I swear, Radke threw more pitches to Cliff Floyd in a single at-bat than Glavine needed to get the Twins out in a couple innings.)

But in that seventh, the Twins took it upon themselves to manufacture the tying run. Hunter led off with a single, then Jones bunted him to second. Glavine walked LeCroy, and Hunter stole third, putting him in position to score on Joe Mauer's force out. Tie game.

Then Juan Rincon came on. Rincon has had flashes of awesomeness in his career with the Twins, and tonight he flashed the Mets but good; 1-2-3 in the eighth, 1-2-3 in the ninth.

And then came the bottom of the ninth, and the heckling, and the Jacque Jones-response to said heckling, and the great Cuddy at bat, and the scoring, and the joy and the schadenfreude. We've won two in a row now, (and with Glavine and Stanton we beat the '91 Atlanta team all over again) and suddenly that slump seems far away. Let's keep it up.