Tuesday, May 20, 2008

CONGRATS.

Congratulations are in order to my friends and compatriots in Red Sox Nation this morning. We were sort of, kind of watching Cubs-Astros, and then turned it off, and then I hear the TV go back on again, and walk back into the living room.
“You’re going to keep watching the game?” I ask TBF.
“Lester’s apparently throwing a no hitter in Boston,” he answered.
So much for productivity. I sat down on the couch.

After the final out, as we sat there watching the festivities, both of us probably thinking the same thing (some variation of OMG, we will never see this at Shea, will we), TBF turns to me and says, “Why doesn’t he go get a hug from Wally?”
“He’s busy.”
“If I just threw a no-hitter, I would climb on top of the dugout and demand a hug from Wally… that is, if I was a pitcher for the Red Sox. If I was a pitcher for the Mets I would demand a hug from Mr. Met.”
“Maybe Wally’s not a huggy kind of guy.”
“What do you mean?! He’s a big, green furry thing! That’s the very definition of ‘huggy’!”

Addendum:

• MUST read: I was there for Jon Lester’s no-hitter
• ABSOLUTE MUST READ: Texas Gal’s take from Center Field. GREAT writing. Inspiring.
• Joe Posnanski was in town
• From the Royals’ perspective