Monday, June 12, 2006

mets vs. diamondbacks: the series

I sent TBF a text message at some point during the game informing him that the score was 13-0. He is heads-down studying for tomorrow and as a result, not watching the game.
Immediate phone call. “That’s a typo, right?”
Me: “No. And the guy with the broom from last year is back.”

Last year we enjoyed the gentleman in the front row, wearing Mets regalia, who sat there waving a broom during the last game.  In fact, we liked him so much that we toyed with the idea of calling the ballpark in Arizona: “Hello? Can you find the guy in the orange Mets shirt, in the front row, waving the broom? We’d like to charge him a beer or two.”

This time, especially during today’s cricket match, it seemed like EVERYONE had brought a broom. Do they not have any security regulations at Chase Field? Whisk brooms with accompanying dustpans, kitchen brooms, corn brooms, sawed-off brooms, all out in full force. It was a thing of beauty.

We are SO going to Arizona next year.

This week’s revelation, which will make the five people who read this cringe, is that for the first time since I had the concept explained to me (and I used to live in a Western city with an AL team), I fully comprehend the concept of the DH and think it’s the dumbest fucking thing ever and do not understand why people think this makes the AL superior. I mean, I have had this explained to me a million times. I don’t know what made the penny finally drop this week, but it did with enough significance that it rated a phone call on this topic to TBF, who received the information with the appropriate gravity.

And I’m going to Philly on Tuesday after all. I have logged so many miles NYC-Philly in the past. I think this series deserves my attendance for one game.

Orioles on Friday...AND maybe Saturday. TBF is going to try to make tracks to get home in time for the game.