These were HUGE shows for me. It’s hard to think about it now, but at the time, admitting in public that you liked the Clash could still get you beat up (or at least “accidentally” shoved into the lockers). Most music fans couldn’t comprehend the straight line drawn from the Who to the Clash, and waiting in line for tickets to these shows, there were a lot of people VERY angry that the Clash were on the bill - because they sucked, because they were “punk rock,” because the Who were Gods from Mt. Olympus that shouldn’t be touched such trash - people completely overlooking the fact that the Who invited the Clash because they LIKED them.
Our Busch Stadium adventure began at 6:15am Friday morning. We woke up, scrambled into jeans and t-shirts, found coffee, and walked the 12 blocks down to the stadium. There, sitting next to a bus shelter, were two fans in Cardinals hats, sitting in folding chairs and reading hunting magazines. They were waiting for First Pitch tickets, which was also the reason we were up at that ungodly hour on the second day of our vacation. We were joined shortly thereafter by a few dozen other folks, all in Cardinals regalia, even at the crack of dawn. I am not sure that Mets fans would be showing up at 7am making sure they were properly attired.
Kaufmann Stadium is not one of those stadiums you’re supposed to have any special affinity for. It’s the home of the Royals, for heaven’s sake, who haven’t been a household name - even in Kansas City - for years. But it became a quirky favorite quickly.
I honestly thought that I would have sufficient time to write while I was away, that I would be able to edit photos on the road. The only writing that was done was that which pertained to Mr. Springsteen, and my photographs are downloaded onto the laptop, where they sit, several days later. Things have been further complicated by the fact that when I got home on Wednesday, I fell asleep at 8pm sharp, and that last night I didn’t get home from work until 10pm.
This weekend, I promise. There will even be Mets content. I swear.
DEAR TONY LA RUSSA STOP
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN STARTED ST LOUIS CONCERT AT 8:47PM TONIGHT STOP
REPEAT EIGHT FORTY SEVEN STOP
THE TICKET SAYS 7:30 STOP
(YES I KNOW HE USUALLY GOES ON AT 8:15) STOP
BECAUSE CARDINALS GAME RAN LATE DUE TO RAIN DELAY STOP
RUMOR IS BRUCE WAS WAITING FOR YOU STOP
PLEASE TELL ME THAT ISN’T THE REASON STOP
I KNOW BRUCE ENDED UP PLAYING THREE HOURS AND 10 MINUTES ANYWAY STOP
BUT THAT’S BESIDES THE POINT STOP
WHAT TIME DOES THE BAR OPEN YOU SUCK STOP
I HOPE WHOEVER STOOD BEHIND YOU SANG LOUDLY AND OUT OF TUNE ALL NIGHT STOP
GO BREWERS STOP
**UPDATE: Debunked by La Russa himself, although I find it hysterical that it went all the way from E Street Nation to the mainstream media.
Yes, it’s time here at MetsGrrl to fall back on that tried-and-true content strategy of all lazy bloggers everywhere, a list of recent search queries. To be fair, I’ve never done this before (except the one time people without any sense of irony were looking for what was on Barry Zito’s iPod), and to be honest, TBF and I do this at home all the time for fun. But it’s a busy week, I’m not going to make it to the game tonight, and we’re getting ready to go to St. Louis and Kansas City on Thursday, so this is what you get for fresh content today.
what can’t you bring into shea stadium
can you bring wine into shea stadium
beer garden near shea stadium
where to stay when going to Shea stadium
things to do around shea stadium nyc
places to drink near shea stadium
bringing children shea stadium
balboa versus the earth slayer*
*Not to get all Pozterisk or anything, but this one is all my fault. I used the title of this obscure Springsteen song as a headline for a John Maine outing last year ago. It popped into my head as I was watching, because I was thinking of David and Goliath which seemed cliched, so I went for what I know. Everyone is searching for it now because that song was the song that Springsteen’s former manager wanted him to sing at the Super Bowl in the 70’s, right about the time he was on the covers of Time and Newsweek. Now that Bruce is actually appearing at the Super Bowl, it’s getting mentioned in a few articles. Since the song was never released and there are very few circulating live versions, people are out looking for it on the internet. If I had it, I’d probably have hosted it somewhere just to get the search queries off my site.
Pittsburgh worried me, just like the Nationals worried me. These are the games that the 2008 Mets would typically lose, the games against the less-than-stellar teams who suddenly decide to sit up and fight because they are playing the Mets. The Mets, of course, not expecting this attack, are ill prepared. And lose. Badly.
Except this time, it was the Mets who decided to sit up and fight. Against the Nationals. And the Pirates. Brian Schneider decides to be a studmuffin and hit TWO two-run homeruns (and that PNC Park HR was not cheap).
Now you will understand the technical difficulties. Feeding 300 photos into iMovie and learning how to use iMovie and then encoding for the web took a little longer than I expected.
I’m hoping this is the kind of thing I’ll be really happy I bothered to document in five years.
I am considering buying a Flip for the last month.
