Saturday, August 26, 2006

come pick me up

Shea has this magic power which seems to magically eliminate all thoughts of work out of my head as long as I’m sitting inside its walls. I never, ever find myself thinking about work during a game. I am on crazy insane deadlines that are requiring me to work the weekend and miss Sunday’s game. For that reason, I was looking for My Mets to raise my spirits with a satisfying win tonight.

I was looking for my Mets to kick the Phillies’ ass tonight. Not just because I need trash talking rights with my friends from the City of Brotherly Love, but because THE METS NEEDED TO KICK THE PHILLIES’ ASS. Instead, I found the game to be simply uninspiring and decidedly lacklustre. We cannot let them sweep us again. We needed to sweep THEM. At the very least, we need to win this series. Maybe everyone is just tired or too relaxed, but goddamit something was just off tonight.

My favorite part of tonight (which was Hispanic Heritage Night) was the opening lineup introduced en espanol by the announcer for the Spanish radio station. “See, we can boo in Spanish!” was my observation as the Phillies were announced.

I am very happy about Shawn Green in RF. I know all the cool kids are getting all revisionist history about The Late Great Xavier Nady, but we had to do something. And hell yes I like that there’s a Jewish baseball player in New York City again. It would give me an excuse to buy my nephew a Mets shirt, but that is a whole other story (and some day my family is going to find out about this blog so I am going to exercise discretion here).  I would be happier if he was representing my people with some stellar production, but for now, I will welcome Mr. Green with open arms, even if he is using a Dave Matthews song for one of his walk-on songs.

On that note, MAJOR props to Bannister for using “Where The Streets Have No Name” for his intro music. Really, really made our night - after all, that happened at the BEGINNING of the game. C’mon, BB.

Light crowd tonight; most of the regulars in our section weren’t around.  Everyone who was there was talking about post-season invoices and where they hope we’ll end up sitting. I have sat with these people since April where the only people in the section were account holders, and we could leisurely sprawl across multiple rows and still have plenty of room. In an odd but irrational way, I am going to miss them when the season is over.

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