Game 5 was akin to being tortured.  Three-plus hours of tension and pain.  There's no reason to go into painful detail on how Eckstein and Pujols and Duncan collectively killed my game 4 buzz.  Suffice it to say those red-shirted bastards are not on my Christmas list. 

Going into tonight, its time to evoke the magic of 1986 and the two Game 6's that will forever rest in the hearts and minds of Any Met fan lucky enough to have lived them.    Much as the '86 Mets always found a way to win this 2006 team has wrestled victory from the jaws of defeat all season long.  They have played like champions day in and day out. 

I believe we have a great team and I believe that some thingas were just meant-to-be.  There is no logic to it, but any Met fan in 1986 will tell you that somehow they knew we were going to win it all.  We have had some good Met teams since then, but I have not had that feeling in my soul about another team until this year.  Like my own Obi Wan telling me "It is your destiny, Pete."  We have won 102 games so far.  I think we have 2 more in the tank to get to the Fall Classic. In the grand scheme of the baseball universe, I just don't think this team was meant to be a National League runner up.