Thursday, April 17, 2008

PERFECT DAY.

I was still annoyed I missed Tuesday’s game, even though I know it was cold and it was Mike Pelfrey (who I very much like and am very much rooting for), it still would have been baseball and the therapeutic value thereof has already been proven. I am still not sure I made the right decision, especially after TBF came home pleased and happy for a change.

But Tuesday’s game combined with last night’s game (which we watched much afterwards, since we were at this yesterday evening) makes me even more irked, because I want to believe that this is an upsurge, that this is the beginning of a trend, that the Mets have gotten the monkey off their back. And I would have wanted to be there to see it.

Will sent a text message last night (which I didn’t get until afterwards, when we were quarantining ourselves from game results until we could get home) saying something about how John Maine was angry (and that it was hot, but nevermind). Once we got home I totally saw what he was talking about. John Maine not tipping his cap (one of the quintessential Mets hat-tippers) as he walked back to the dugout because he didn’t think he deserved it. Bumping fists with Joe Smith when he came back to the dugout after closing out the 7th inning but still shaking his head reproachfully as he sat back down. There is no complacency here and I’d point out to him that hey, the Cy Young award-winner sitting at the other end of the dugout is getting booed and you’re not, while it’s moronic no one has anything bad to say about your performance.

TBF is all smiles and all, “It’s the 2006 Mets again.” I prefer to just think, these are the Mets we’ve been waiting for. I feel much better heading to Philadelphia like this.

If you’re coming to the reading tonight, we’ll likely be heading to a local watering hole afterwards to watch the end of the game. Hopefully we’ll have another happy ending on our hands.