Wednesday, May 28, 2008
STAND AND DELIVER.
What a night to have been out at Shea. I got on the 7 train around 6:45 tonight and was envious of the businessmen-types heading out to Flushing, although it was out of the question from every possible angle. Even settling in to watch the game on delay, I didn’t expect very much; so, we won a game yesterday? Big deal.
But this was different, as we all know now.
Hilarity ensued in this house when Duaner came up to bat, when John Maine came out to run (something I called and got a grudging fist bump from TBF for). This was a night for jumping around the living room and the cat quickly running out of the way so as not to get underfoot.
Like everyone else currently sitting in their parents’ basement in their underwear and typing on their Commodore 64’s about tonight’s game, I am willing to go out on a limb and say, yes, tonight could be the turning point. Tonight is when the regulars didn’t suck, when the regulars stepped up and seemed familiar again, and when the irregulars had a chance to play hard and make a difference. The weekend will be the acid test.
Amazing last night. My husband (inadvertently) woke our daughter (with his, um, enthusiasm), and I didn’t even care.
I didn’t get to actually watch the end of the game, because I had been in the office working on some stuff all evening (checking the score online and listening to his excitement from down the hall.) By the logic of my husband, just as none of the Mets should change socks today, I was NOT to join him the bedroom to watch the end of the game. He is superstitious.
He is also convinced that its a turning point for at least the enxt 10 days because we are going to be at Disney and he won’t be able to watch the games. He expects epic victories that he’ll miss.
I just changed some dinner reservations. Who needs to eat with Cinderella when you can eat at ESPN Zone and watch the Mets? Right?