No game tonight. No makeup announced. Good chance for those of us planning to be the kind of obnoxious visiting fan we despise at Shea to prepare our road grays and bon mots ("HEY BURRELL! YOU SUCK!") for Citizens Bank Park.

While you're otherwise without Mets baseball tonight, we present some FAFIF classics to get you through the precipitation until lightning strikes your Internet provider. Ladies and gentlemen, the 2006 National League Division Series as told by your co-bloggers — and you.

NLDS GAME 1
Wednesday Afternoon Lights
More-Substantive Commentary to Follow
Best Episode Ever
Holy Timoniel!
4 O'Clock Thunder

NLDS GAME 2
Tom Has Come Today
Depends What the Score is

NLDS GAME 3
Let's Make This a Night to Remember
Capping Off Holy Saturday
The Night Second Billing Was First-Rate
Reality Trumps Satire
Pride Wenteth After a Fall

No need to delve into the NLCS right now. I've seen enough of the Cardinals for one week.

Great idea this quitting while we're ahead and before lending too much dignity to Anthony Reyes.

Goodness knows Tom Glavine deserves a backdoor win after the dozens we've thrown out the window on his behalf since 2003. I missed the one Cardinal hit that was apparently a close enough call to have made things almost unbearable. Imagine Wright made what I am told was a makeable play. Who would want to spend the rest of our days explaining, "Well, we've never had a no-hitter, but we did sort of have a no-hitter in the rain in 2007 — it didn't count as a no-hitter, but it was a complete game and there were no hits..." No thank you. A six-inning, rain-curtailed no-hitter would not have been enough to send Godot home happy from the Jimmy Qualls Waiting Area.

Not to pour discontent on a soakingly adequate victory, but I have to express the following plea to the cable television channel that broadcasts our team's games:

Enough already with the airing of the Mets Classic of September 21, 2001 as rain delay filler. You're taking the most sacred baseball game in the history of Shea Stadium and treating it as if it's a handy installment of Heartland Poker Tour. The first baseball game in New York after September 11 deserves more respect than that. As does your core audience of Mets fans.

Where's the 1973 World Series film when you need it?