Shame! Shame! Throw Yourself Away!

Long time coming
It seemed to get me by
Long time coming
It seemed to satisfy
You longed to taste the shame
That everybody tries

Shame shame throw yourself away
Give me little bits of more than I can take
If it sits upon your tongue or naked in your eyes
Give me little bits of more than I can try
Throw yourself away
Throw yourself away
Throw yourself awaaaaaaaaay!

-Soundgarden

If the header doesn't say anything more, then the following ought to:

During the course of Friday night's game, I...


...Called El Guapo the "Jose Reyes of Bloggers" and challenged him to a fight...


...Attempted to eat a Martini Glass after the 3rd inning...

...Ate a lemon rind after Matt freakin Treanor hit a HR into the Yadier-Zone...


...Prepared myself for admission to the Betty Ford Clinic or the Richard Nixon Library or some shit by the end of the 6th...


...Threatened to hurl myself off the 59th Street Bridge by the end of the night.

If this doesn't speak volumes of the state of the Mets right now, nothing ever will.

Now, with that said, I must now hold my head over a toilet and vomit my guts out.