Rain falls at Shea, Pedro throws in Florida

3:37 p.m.: My mid-90’s grunge crush Shirley Manson must’ve been singing about me in Garbage’s extremely underrated almost-hit “I’m Only Happy When it Rains.” The last two games I’ve covered at Shea - this is Botte, by the way, filling in for our weary-traveling main Mets man A-Rube - have included a day full of rain, the tarp on the field when I get here and all of the writers sitting in the back row of the press box because this lame-duck Stadium of theirs suddenly is springing leaks all over the place. I’ll let everyone know ASAP on the status of tonight’s game, but I heard the talkies on the radio as I was pulling into the lot already were mentioning the proverbial “window” for the game to be played later. Our resident Doppler at the NYDN expert does not agree, but we’ll see about that in a bit. The first forecast certainly would make my fellow guest-blogger McCarron happy. You see, the Summa Cum Laude graduate of the Tolstoy School of Guest-Blogging (meaning no ... [link]