Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Mets vs. Arizona, game 1
This game was a turning point for me because I didn’t spend half the game watching it with my hands over my eyes. We’ll come back, TBF is always text-messaging me, their bullpen is shit or heart of the batting order up next, no worries. Tonight I was much more even-keeled about things, which scared the cat a hell of a lot less.
Mr. Floyd’s slump was officially over a week ago, but he is rounding the curve big time right now. It is a joy to see. And, of course, Agent #005, DW, my jersey’s namesake - what isn’t there to say?
However, to egregiously borrow from Bat Girl, tonight’s Boyfriend Of The Game was none other than Mr. Paul Lo Duca. I bought my 16 t-shirt after the second game in Milwaukee, and he’s kept earning it. I know what I’m wearing to the game tomorrow.
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