My mother turns 70 today. Ever since 2001, she’s said she doesn’t have a birthday any more. But, I think when you turn 70, you get a birthday.
So I made her a web page over at charity:water, which is a pretty incredible organization, and so far, we’ve raised over $300 for the charity, from friends and associates. If you felt like doing something nice today, maybe you have a spare $5 lying around. If not, at least check out the page and learn about the charity. If nothing else the story will make you feel good. And, Mom’s sure getting a kick out of it.
TBF walked around last weekend referring to this week as “the cupcake series.”
Um, no. In a word, no. And good for the Nationals. They’re not going down without a fight. That’s something for their fans to be proud of.
I am on the DL tonight so TBF went to Shea without me, while I watched the game on the couch with the Rally Cat. I hated missing it, but I also can’t drag myself through the week half-dead for one game… okay, it really, really bothers me that I missed this one - it’s going to bother me to miss ANY this month - but I felt like crap and even if we would have driven to Shea I would be paying for it for the rest of the week.
(I’m just not going to feel good about this, am I?)
For those who haven’t read the news story yet, I’m talking about this. I’ve used up my Sanity Watcher’s points for the day in reading the comments on some of these stories, so I’ll just stop now and post the following:
I keep reading that Burgos should be released because “stuff like this” makes the Wilpons angry. Um, okay. Shouldn’t an asshole beating the shit out of his girlfriend make EVERYONE, EVERYWHERE angry?
It was a grand night out at Shea tonight, one of those classic late-season games that starts to feel like something else, ripe with potential and taut with anticipation. The weather was warm but not hot, cool but not cold. The crowd wasn’t the sellout a Sunday afternoon game would have been, but it was plenty full and wonderfully vocal, chanting “Let’s Go Mets” before we even sang the anthem.
For tomorrow night. We’re taking the refund for tomorrow afternoon (I need to work and TBF is doing the New York Century). See you at 8. Let’s Go Mets!
This was a frustrating evening to say the least. Pelf was just fine; but there were “some really crappy at-bats,” to quote TBF, and as you know, zero offensive production from the Mets. Zero. Nada. Zilch. It irks me beyond all comprehension that we got shut out by The Spouse Abuser (sorry, I can’t type his name here). Our only salvation was that, for a change, the fans of the visiting team seemed to be at the top of section 16 (although we did get two in the front of Section 12, very much on the down low - so much so that someone who shall remain nameless was trying to take photos of “the hot guys” in the section, only to be sharply reprimanded. “He’s wearing a red shirt, and he did an obscene fist-pumping motion during that two-run HR,” I hissed).
I am excited about this weekend. We are in Section 12 on Friday and Section 8 on Saturday and the front row of an Upper Box on Sunday (just won an eBay auction - we’re *so* bringing K cards!) I am on a deadline at work, which explains the dearth in posting around here these days, although I am managing to watch most of the games. But even with the deadline, no one would think of suggesting that I miss a game, even although 99.999% of them are Yankees fans (which makes some of them even more understanding when I say something like, “I can’t do that on Tuesday, we have a game, I know it’s the Nationals but I am not missing any games I have tickets for in September.” Hey, there are nice Republicans too. [Or so I’ve heard.]) But it makes content generation a little difficult.
Tomorrow’s pregame festivities feature the Official Section 12 Regulars Final Season Tailgate, sponsored by the D. family in row F.
Last weekend we headed out to Flushing for Korean food and so I could shoot the neon while Shea was empty. I’m excited to see what they look like, but I shot them in the largest format possible so it will be some time before I can have time to work with them and present them for your perusal. But I have to do it soon, because if I don’t like what I got, I don’t have much more time to get it. I don’t trust the Mets to shut it off or take it down with any warning whatsoever. I feel like I’ve gotten Shea, you know, as much as I could get it, and at least we have 10 more games to make sure.
And we’re still looking for something affordable for The Last Game. Um, faith will be rewarded and all that.
These were HUGE shows for me. It’s hard to think about it now, but at the time, admitting in public that you liked the Clash could still get you beat up (or at least “accidentally” shoved into the lockers). Most music fans couldn’t comprehend the straight line drawn from the Who to the Clash, and waiting in line for tickets to these shows, there were a lot of people VERY angry that the Clash were on the bill - because they sucked, because they were “punk rock,” because the Who were Gods from Mt. Olympus that shouldn’t be touched such trash - people completely overlooking the fact that the Who invited the Clash because they LIKED them.
Our Busch Stadium adventure began at 6:15am Friday morning. We woke up, scrambled into jeans and t-shirts, found coffee, and walked the 12 blocks down to the stadium. There, sitting next to a bus shelter, were two fans in Cardinals hats, sitting in folding chairs and reading hunting magazines. They were waiting for First Pitch tickets, which was also the reason we were up at that ungodly hour on the second day of our vacation. We were joined shortly thereafter by a few dozen other folks, all in Cardinals regalia, even at the crack of dawn. I am not sure that Mets fans would be showing up at 7am making sure they were properly attired.
