Monday, June 15, 2009

AFTERMATH.

Saturday night, this was the conversation Chez MetsGrrl:

TBF: “431, row 6.”
Me: “How much?”
“$85 a ticket, but will take best offer.”
“Offer him $150. Season ticket holder?”
“No, pickup in New Jersey.”
“First find out if we can go get the tickets tonight.”
“It’s 8pm.”
“Where does he live?”
“Lakewood.”
“Drop that price to $125.”
“What about these in 230? Same price.”
“Too far out.”
“Have you already called Ticketmaster?”
“Twice. There is nothing available in the Grandstand.”
“Are you really sure you want to spend that much money on a game at the House of Evil?”

In the end, I told him that if he wanted to go, he should go on his own; I decided I wasn’t up to dropping that kind of cash, even for a Johan start, and about an hour later, after hunting and pecking some more through the secondary market, TBF also decided he was calling it quits.

Clearly, the angels were watching over us.

He stopped watching the game when it was 7-1; at 11-1, I asked if I could turn it off and was resoundingly told “yes”. I couldn’t resist checking in via Twitter a little later, and apparently he was sneaking peeks via Gameday. The end result was the two crabbiest people you could ever meet. I don’t know what TBF ended up doing, because I stomped off and started cleaning, like scrubbing the bathroom from top to bottom (it is so clean now it looks like we just moved in).  If we had had to engage in conversation it would not have been pretty, and the few words we did exchange ensured that we both put a moratorium on the validity of anything said for the first two hours after the game ended: nothing said to each other counted.

I do not understand people who think this is okay.
I do not understand people who are not worried.
As I said after the game, “The thing I don’t want to hear: Johan Santana injured. The thing I want to hear: Johan Santana injured.” I know, it’s a blister, and some soreness, and some discomfort. It was just bad, ugly, horrible timing.

This series was brutal and if you don’t think it was then please go comment somewhere else, in the la-la land where everything is fine with the New York Mets and you should reserve some vacation days for October because you’ll need them. I do not live in that land, and nothing you can say is going to convince me to. I let a lot of things go on here on Saturday because I was at a conference all day, but this bs has gotta stop. Go audition on Mets Blog, or start your own space where you are free to further any agenda you wish. This is the crabby zone.

Yeah, I’m still crabby.