Thursday, June 08, 2006
6-7-06, Mets vs. Dodgers
Things have been quiet in the MG household lately, due to work-related activities. I have been forced to miss some of the West Coast games (since I had to get up early, and no, we do not have TiVO). I have moved the television into the bedroom so I can watch the rest of this roadtrip and still manage to get something approximating sleep.
Cliff Floyd’s twisted ankle made me watch the rest of the game through my fingers because I didn’t want to know or think that it was something serious. I spent the game sending text messages to TBF, who is finishing up his last semester, and stuck in the bowels of the library where there is no signal. He emerges after midnight to a barrage of messages comprising a litany of woes. Reyes not in the lineup. Floyd hurt. Beltran hurt.
He still has not decided when he will be returning home, and while I have no particular wish to rush him, I did feel the need to point out that if he did not come home in time to see the game on the 20th, he would not get to use his tickets until July.
He’ll be home around the 18th.
Tonight’s conversation:
TBF: Wow, they’re in Philly next week.
Me: I know.
TBF: Tuesday night!
Me: Yes, and I start a new job on Wednesday.
TBF: So I guess there’s no chance you’ll be at that afternoon game on Thursday.
Me: Not much.
TBF: Nice way to spend an afternoon, down in Shea Stadium South.
Me: Please refer to the previous comment.
TBF: Right, right. *pause* You could go to Toronto.
Me: I’m sorry?
TBF: Well, I’ll be home then.
Me: Weren’t you the one who ruled out the trip to Fenway because gas is too expensive?
TBF: I’m now revisiting that decision.
Me: When I submitted my previously planned vacation dates to the new job, I didn’t write down the Fenway dates! You convinced me we needed to save our money for the post-season!
TBF: What about a weekend in Pittsburgh? Saturday and Sunday game.
Me: Weren’t we going to go so we caught the Friday game, went to Cleveland on Saturday, and then the Sunday afternoon game?
TBF: Oh, that’s right. And the Indians are in town that weekend.
Me: The point was to go to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
TBF: Maybe we can do both.
Me: Everyone says we need two days for the Hall of Fame and we only have one.
TBF: Look, they are having a Build-a-Bear weekend in Cleveland. You can build your own mascot.
Me: I’m still waiting for my sausage doll from Milwaukee.
TBF: Um, I did not realize they sold sausage race memorabilia.
Me: I sent you a text message in the middle of the game!
TBF: I was too depressed at the outcome of the game. Remember, I was in my car by the time that walkoff home run rounded second base.
Note to TBF: Your boyfriend Duaner is my friend again. (To quote Bat Girl, he has a total NSMC - non-sexual man crush - on Mr. Sanchez.)
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