Tuesday, July 04, 2006

hey, baby, it’s the fourth of july

In a way, that was more like it - in another, I just found the game to be decidedly uninspired. Is it just me? I mean, obvs I know we WON and all that, and Duaner was, well, Duaner, and #13 came through admirably, and even Tommy was fine until he was cooked, but the action on the field just didn’t snap crackle and pop the way I’ve come to expect. Is it just me? It probably is.

However, I could have done without the snap crackle and pop that took down #30 with yet ANOTHER injury. Reyes should have known better. From our vantage point, it looked like he had gotten hit dangerously close to the eye with Reyes’ spikes, but I understand they are now saying “light concussion"… let’s hope it stays that way.

(Note to Mets Team Store: WTF is it with your t-shirt display? You used to have them neatly organized by player and now it’s a free-for-all and you only have XL and you have a gazillion Victor Diaz shirts and no Cliff Floyd in a nice size M.)

Other notes:

• The Jacket WAS NOT WEARING A JACKET! I wouldn’t have recognized that it was indeed Rick Petersen if it wasn’t for his usual stance and the trademark rolled-up card he takes notes on (if there’s a technical term for this, enlighten me). And even then, when I pointed it out to TBF and our seatmates, no one believed me until each of them took the binoculars from me and looked for themselves.
• Can we please find something more inspiring to take the Mets onto the field than “Eminence Front” and “Start Me Up”? This is coming from me, Mets Grrl, who loves both of those bands insanely. (Trust me on this.)
• Cliff has discarded his Rick Ross walk-on music in favor of the theme from “Sanford & Son”. I’m sure there’s a really funny joke here that none of us are privy to.
• Memo to Ramon Castro: That Darth Vader walk-on music is, like, *so* 1980’s.
• I so [heart] hearing “London Calling” in Shea Stadium. I miss Joe Strummer. (And I saw the Clash open for the Who at Shea back in 1982.) I wish I [hearted] more the individual who that music heralds, but I still won’t boo Heilman.

And Finally:

• The bleachers today were occupied by the Young Congressional Leadership Program (or something like that, they got to walk onto the outfield like they have been doing with the Little League of North Suburb, Long Island this year).  These freaking overachievers couldn’t just watch the damn baseball game (the ones who bothered to do so), they had to turn their bleacher time into a political protest, by holding up a ridiculously badly executed sign protesting genocide in Darfur. Now, before you start lecturing me about the First Amendment and freedom of speech, understand that Mets Grrl is a commie pinko liberal type of the first order, who has protested and marched and a big believer in civil disobedience. What I objected to here was that:
• The sign was badly executed. No one could read it from the stadium without binoculars.
• Everyone is against genocide
• It wasn’t a national tv game so they could get some kind of significant exposure
  
• And finally, the most important thing Mets Grrl thinks she, as an alpha-type over-achiever of the first order, has learned from baseball:
• Sometimes you don’t need to overachieve. Sometimes a baseball game should just be a damn baseball game. Sometimes the most important thing you can do for yourself, the planet and your fellow man & woman is to just kick back in the bleachers for a few hours with a refreshing malted beverage and watch the New York Metropolitans WIN.