Wednesday, September 27, 2006
a meaningful night in september
Somewhere around the 576th home run, noting that TBF had retreated to his desk, I asked if we could turn off the $#@! game.
To add to injury, Bruce Springsteen is spotted in the crowd at Yankee Stadium. I am the one of the two of us who refuses to believe that Bruce is One Of Them. I almost made TBF a shirt with a quote from Al Leiter from an interview he gave Backstreets Magazinea few years ago (after Al was onstage with Bruce at Shea), about how Bruce really isn’t a Yankees fan. Unfortunately, we have enough connects down the Shore to know the truth.
The only bright spot of the evening was TBF wheeling and dealing, finding trades for our extra playoff tickets. We have NLDS game 1 AND game 2 now. He found a trade for NLCS game 1 that he will deal with tomorrow. He is doing this like an old hand, like he has done this for years—and he has, just in his imagination.
I thought we were done with baseball for the night except TBF is updating me on the standings every 3 minutes, and we finally turn on the Phillies-Nationals game (which is still on as I write this, and I have to be up at 6 tomorrow). We find ourselves enthusiastically rooting for the Nats. TBF mocks the behavior of the Phillies fans that keep showing up on ESPN, and while they are Phillies fans, I do point out “Pot, meet kettle,” and that TBF looks like that on a random Tuesday night at Shea, much less at a critical road game, where he would likely be so unbearable that I would move several seats away from him.
Over at Faith and Fear in Flushing, Jason is threatening to head for the Brooklyn Bridge. The Williamsburg is closer for me.
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