Monday, July 14, 2008

REVOLUTION 9.

Friday night, we were cautiously optimistic, still. Good Oliver or Bad Oliver? Would there be bats? Would there be hits? Would there be runs? The 2008 Mets we know are the ones who stomp all over the Yankees and then lose to the Mariners, remember?

Going home, we thought: okay, one game. Nicely played.

Saturday afternoon, arriving later than we wanted to (we became Those People who arrive in the third inning, through no fault of our own), we watched Pedro pitch well, the rest of the Mets play well, and, astonishingly, win again. We came home full of plans to go Sunday night, and were creeping around eBay and StubHub when TBF got a call that he had to go home for the evening, and wouldn’t make it home in time.

I’m still not sure why I didn’t just pack up my scorecard and my camera and go out to Shea myself; MG reader Kelsey, in from Denver, was bravely slogging through a weekend of watching the Mets decide to show up and play and actually beat the Rockies, repeatedly, and I could have just gotten an upper deck ticket and self-upgraded. But nooo, I was going to be all responsible and productive and stuff, and watch the game while tinkering with Wordpress for a much-neglected other project.

Could someone remind me of these kinds of things the next time I misguidedly decide to do something like this? Not only did I have to suffer through Morgan and Miller, I missed an awesome game.

Mike Pelfrey, if the team store doesn’t have a shirt for you, I swear I’m going to make one tomorrow. Hell, my 2008 jersey might just end up having your name and number on it instead.  What a beautiful, brilliant, inspiring effort.

On to the All-Star break.  We’re buying extra tickets to that Phillies series to make up for missing tonight.

P. S. Should we be going to Fan Fest? I mean, we decided not to in the end, but are we being dumb about this?