Saturday, April 21, 2007

“7 TRAIN TO THE BASEBALL GAME”

That was how the conductor greeted us as we stepped onto the 7 express at Grand Central on Friday. This wasn’t the train to Flushing, or Main Street, or Willetts Point, this was the train to the baseball game. I liked that.

We crowded inside, and as the train pulled out of the station, TBF nodded in the direction of the other end of the car, where a handful of Braves fans were standing.
“Oh, don’t…” I said. “Please, the evening is just beginning.”
“I just want to ask them how they feel about John Rocker, given the fact that, well, we’re on the 7 train,” and, of course, the added fact that these fans were Latino and African-American.
Even I had to agree that it was an interesting form of taun, erm, discourse, but the train was too crowded for the discussion to take place (until after the game, when TBF was so cranky and a Braves fan so arrogant and preening - as if we wouldn’t have been had the game turned out different - that I not only let him start the discussion, I facilitated it).

QUOTE OF THE GAME:
“‘Books never written: ‘Bullpen Usage’ by Willie Randolph.” (said by TBF in disgust at some point during the Burgos/Feliciano nightmare).

And there’s really nothing else much to say that hasn’t been said on other sites. We lost. We sucked. We were even sloppy at some junctures.

But TBF is at Shea right now as I write this, and we’re both back there tomorrow.

More on the Jackie Robinson ceremonies in a separate post.