I have been to a lot of sporting events, but I'd be hard pressed to come up with a better two-fer that watching Santana hurl a three-hit shutout on three days' rest Saturday to keep the Mets (temporarily) alive, then watching His Holiness throw six touchdowns in leading the Jets to 56 points (albeit in very ugly uniforms) on Sunday.

For a while, it poured during yesterday's tailgate. You might think that would have put a damper on everyone's good time, but I think it just kicked things up a notch. The crowd grew by the hour, putting more people in our tent city.

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Yesterday's game also marked the return of my favorite not-so-anonymous poster and his wonderful Mrs., who left their four children home to join our festivities, a special appearance I enjoyed greatly (and not just because they brought the good kielbasa).














All in all, good times.

Well, until after the game when a small group of us gathered in the parking lot to listen to the official end of the Mets...