Game 7 is incredible...

*The following is a running diary from the moment the homer landed in Chavez' glove to the top of the 7th.*

It’s the bottom of the 6th, and I’m going to go ahead and share my thoughts on what I just saw. All of this is typed as I’m watching….a running diary.

Oliver Perez, called by many the worst game 7 starter ever. He, of course, shuts us down for 6 innings.

Rolen. Our hero. With no shoulder, with one on, drives one to left. It’s a homer. It’s brought back by Endy Chavez. Is there any way we win after that? How do you get up.

Gotta hand it to Suppan. He pitched great in the 6th. He didn’t deserve the bases to be loaded. Error on Rolen. Intentional walk. It’s almost as if God hates St. Louis.

And I’ve never seen a guttier performance by a pitcher. His team has abandoned him. No defense, no offense, bases loaded, and he’s throwing pitches I’ve never seen him throw to Valentin. And he K’s him. The man who isn’t close to a strike out pitcher, K’s Valentin.

The Mets Fans give Chavez a rounding ovation. Is there a rule about a player making a great defensive play and then batting the next inning? Surely, he’ll kill us.

He pops up. And we catch it.

I’m an emotional wreck. Only in a game 7.