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Raining in Flushing

Sep 26th, 2008


By 3:30 today, I was chain-drinking cup after cup of Yogi Tea Cold Formula, and people kept saying, “Why are you going?” and I kept saying, “I’ll just go and leave early if I feel crappy.” TBF brought orange juice and Gatorade and extra water and I had fleece and fleece and wool and wool and my magic offering to the gods, a navy blue plastic rain poncho. Early this morning I made the tactical decision to leave my sneakers home and wear my LL Bean moccasins, which are to wear in the snow, but are excellent for early spring days at Shea…or rainy September ones for that matter.… [more]


Sep 25th, 2008


Tonight broke my heart, I think, more than Game 7 in 2006, more than 9/30/07. It broke my heart into millions of tiny pieces because it lifted me up so high and so far, in that moment when Delgado stepped up to the plate, 2 outs, and although we’re all on our feet we are tired and jaded and burnt out and we don’t believe it will really happen, one out, see, I told you, two outs, I don’t even know why I’m standing up – and then and then and then in a heartbeat the ball is hit and there is the collective intake of breath when we all realize IT IS – IT IS – IT IS – IT IS OUT!… [more]

Sep 24th, 2008


Dear MTO, I am writing to you, my dear friends, to express my extreme displeasure with the manner in which you are handling shipping of the 2008 Playoff Tickets. While all parcel delivery services in New York City suck with equal fervor, now that MLB has entered into a “strategic partnership” with DHL, we are forced to endure their special brand of ineptitude in order to receive our 2008 Playoff Tickets. Last year’s idiocy had me crying openly in Hell’s Kitchen while I tried to track down my tickets (tickets which, I’ll point out, I NEVER GOT TO USE). This year, however, you have achieved a new paradigm of we-don’t-give-a-f-about-our-fans-ness.… [more]

Sep 23rd, 2008


I’m going to immediately love any pitcher who uses the Who as their intro music. And I was willing to believe, to look at an inspirational quote from Scott frickin’ Schoeneweis, of all people (even though we already know that HE CONSORTS WITH THE ENEMY) and think that the Mets were going to come home and put their noses to the grindstone and just make it happen, even with a rookie pitcher and a team dragging in from a catastrophic road trip. And I was still optimistic last night, and feeling slightly better, well enough to eat my soup while watching the game even after I said I was going straight to bed, sending inspirational text messages to TBF, sitting in the upper deck, when Delgado got home on that wild pitch.… [more]

Sep 22nd, 2008


I find myself having a lot of respect for Scott Schoeneweis right now: “I don’t know what else to say,” Schoeneweis said. “I really don’t. There’s just nothing more to say. There’s no excuses. There’s nothing to say. Just win. If we score 10 and we give up nine in the bullpen and win the game — we win the game. That’s what it is right now. There’s no time to be weary. There’s no time for anything. I’ll pitch every day the rest of the season straight through. I’ll do whatever I can.” [via]… [more]


Sep 22nd, 2008


[Now you’re going to have that song in your head all day, aren’t you?] It’s only in a situation like a playoff game, or any game that counts, that I’ll countenance that song. Any other time it would mean an obvious wince, a groan, some sort of wisecrack exchanged with TBF. But as I have learned, the cheesiest, most awful songs in any other situation become something else in a playoff situation. I was heartbroken after yesterday’s loss. I couldn’t even listen past the 8th inning. I know part of it is being sick and worn out and tired but I want to start crying like a 12-year-old when I think of the team blowing this season as well.… [more]

Sep 21st, 2008


The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated. I worked late Wednesday, and by the time I got to Thursday afternoon, I knew I should be home in bed… which is where I was by 9pm that night. I haven’t much moved from there since then. I’ve seen and heard bits and pieces of games, but not anything all the way through: I start, but then don’t finish, or I decide not to watch at all and go to sleep, only to wake up an hour or two later and can’t get back to sleep and stumble out to camp out on the couch with TBF.… [more]


Sep 19th, 2008


I confess that I did not head off for tonight’s game feeling the most optimistic ever. This wasn’t helped by getting on the 7 at Times Square only to find the car invaded by Cubs fans; within 3 minutes of getting on the train and sitting down, I heard discussion of 1) the goat 2) the black cat and 3) Moises Alou. By the time the train came out of the tunnel, I was already being trash talked by Texy via Twitter: Texy: “Go Cubs Go! Go Cubs Go! Hey Chicago, whatta ya say? Cubs are gonna win today!” Me: “Eddie Vedder called.… [more]


Sep 16th, 2008



Sep 12th, 2008


Today is proving to be an odd day. I will post more about this later, but for now, let me talk about this list I just got. Someone forwarded me a copy of the listing – including prices – of every single bit of Shea Stadium the Mets plan to put on sale. I am not sure about the ethics of posting the entire list (not to mention it’s ridiculously long, and I’d like to not be on the blacklist forever), but I wanted to post some of my favorites. Note: I do not know where you can buy this stuff.… [more]