@#$%

Yeah, all that stuff I said about Rick Vanden Hurk the other day? Scratch all of it. (OK, so I'm fickle. I'm a Marlins fan. Sue me.)

Splitting a four-game series at Wrigley Field should satisfy me, I know. But I also know that we coughed up a 5-0 lead in the series finale. And by "we" I mean Rick Vanden Hurk. And Mark Hendrickson, who didn't exactly thrill me out of the bullpen, either. Come on, guys. Um, how many two- and three-run homers does Mike Jacobs need to jack for you???

Oh well, all we can do is put yesterday behind us as the Marlins welcome my second-least favorite team on earth: The Mets. Ugh. There aren't enough prescription drugs in the world to take the edge off of my distaste for the Mets, but I guess series vs. New York are a necessary evil when you cheer for a NL East team. (Yes, I have considered moving my loyalties elsewhere, but so far I can't seem to make the jump. It's probably the wonderful stability of the organization. That, and the ownership's "win at any cost" attitude. And let's not forget our gorgeous ballpark.)

Now that the Mets are in first place in the NL East, beating the snot out of them is crucial. This is our time. This time it counts. There's only one October. Just do it. The chicken runs at midnight. Win one for the Gipper...and here is where I run out of words of inspiration.

Win, please.