Wednesday, May 28, 2008
MUCH OF A MUCHNESS.
Despite the poetry that is Johan Santana pitching (and it is poetry; mid-delivery he resembles an archer or warrior pose in yoga), I left my camera at home for last night’s game. I can always find something to take a photo of, but the Mets are not inspired, therefore it is difficult for me to be inspired.
I cannot find much to say about last night. It is not an omen or an augur or anything except what it is: the Mets won a game. There was not much booing, nor any calls for Mr. Randolph’s head on a platter. There was instead a moron on our left who kept yelling JOSE, YOU STINK and on our right, DAN UGGLA, YOU’RE UGLY - the latter quite possibly the most unoriginal heckle ever in the history of heckling, but let’s consider that it originated from the person who felt the need to voice the opinion that Luis Gonzalez stunk, and as TBF put it, “If you get a walk-off hit off of Mariano Rivera to win the World Series, I’m sorry, but you don’t stink.”
Like I said, there is not much to say about last night.
We were avidly watching the out of town scoreboard, and when the Yankees and the Orioles went to rain delay, and then we came home to find it coming out of rain delay, decided that we should watch it, and I stayed up far too late to watch a game that—well, I was going to say “didn’t matter to me” except that it did. It mattered because there was good and evil, there was effort and enthusiasm, there was heart and drama.
Something sadly lacking in Flushing these days.
I know one game does not a change make, but I actually thought they played much better last night than they have been, which I suppose isn’t saying too much, but I felt a different aura, a different dynamic, than I have previously this year.
Because CDone was benched? Perhaps. Or perhaps it had something to do with The Curious Case of the Orange Pimp coat, worn by Jay Horowitz last night, as requested by Mr. Santana. :)