get out of denver*
Mets Grrl is doing the deadline shuffle at work, which means I am at work late enough to be listening to the game up until the 7th inning (while I am sending text message updates to TBF, who was up at the House of Evil with his father, watching the Tigers beat the Yankees — Dad is from Detroit and this is their annual event), and then come home to watch Jose Valentin break some kind of record and David Wright BREAK OUT OF THE SLUMP on the post-game highlights.
Homeruns into waterfalls, Mets fans taking over Mile High Stadium, it’s been a good two nights. I’m just sorry I didn’t really get to enjoy most of it.
The funniest thing over the past two days has been the media. Tuesday night, Keith must have been hitting the red wine, because, towards the end of the game, it was decidedly free-association-city in the SNY booth. Last night, Howie and Ed were rambling about type sizes and other issues irrelevant to the non-broadcast audience. Forget a CNN anchor leaving her microphone on in the bathroom, this stuff is freaking HYSTERICAL. Even funnier is how Gary can still call the game while gently egging Keith on.
I posted about this over on Chicks Dig The Pitcher’s Duel, but it bears repeating: Why does Trachsel get such great run support? Because the entire team goes, “Oh, $#@%! Freaking *Trachsel* is pitching tonight! We gotta go out there and get some runs!” TBF’s theory is that they are extra-alive when at bat because they have to keep themselves from falling asleep while he’s on the mound.