Monday, May 12, 2008

FOUNTAIN AND FAIRFAX.

One of my must-read blogs is The Church of Baseball. Last season Sister Daedalus blogged about the Nats and the Reds (since she was living in DC at the time, although her Reds loyalty is from birth). This season she’s closer to home. 

I do not wish to rub salt in wounds. However:

Dear Mets, let us introduce you to Senor Johnny Cuest. Sorry you have to meet him in this way, as we are going to take the series from you. No hard feelings about those 96 mph heaters blowing by you, ok? But hey, we left you with a gift this weekend - your guys started hitting a bit, too. Don’t give up, and stop booing your players. It’s early in the season, and you guys have some good ones.

HAHAHAHAHAHA.

Let’s remember that this was a game in which the opposing pitcher STOLE SECOND.

It was lovely to see The Good Oliver again, and if this is how he performs because his mother’s coming to town tomorrow - well, I would say we should take up a collection so she could come to everyone one of his starts except that Ollie can certainly afford to make that commitment himself.

I wish I could feel cockier about today. I wish I could really feel like the Mets are starting to show us what it will be like this season. But on a day where even Scott Schoeneweis doesn’t get booed, things have to be looking up.

And I have to thank Gary Cohen for explaining the rule about what happens when a team bats out of order in such elaborate detail that even I could explain it back to TBF (not that he needed me to explain it to him, just doing it to see if I understood) when he got home from visiting his folks. That had to be one of the most absurd things ever.

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We didn’t go last night. At the end, we decided to take the refund and put it back into the playoffs fund - and then at the last minute took it back out again when TBF found good seats in our price range at the House of Evil next Sunday. (I know, I know, but it’s the last year, we should go one more time.)  I miss Tuesday night’s game since I am going to see Mike Ness with Ms. Coop. I generally try hard to not schedule concerts for game night but I love Ness solo and he has another love, the amazing Jesse Dayton, opening for him. Jesse Dayton never gets outside Texas much so it was not difficult to make the decision that rock and roll trumped the Mets against the Nationals.