Wednesday, June 13, 2007

ALL THINGS ARE UNTIED.

TBF: “I’m not going to watch the game tonight, or listen to it on the radio, or have Gameday up. But, of course, that doesn’t mean that you can’t.”
MG: “That’s probably a good idea. I have to get up at 6am again tomorrow anyway.”

:::dinner:::

TBF: “Ah, crap.”
MG: “What?”
TBF: “Justin Verlander just threw a no-hitter.”

::TV set goes on. Baseball enters the house.::
:::10pm:::

MG: “I feel like eating some watermelon.”
TBF: “You should go to bed.”
MG: “We could eat some watermelon and watch the beginning of the game.”
TBF: (Pauses, relents.) “Okay.”

:::watermelon:::
:::SNY:::
:::Hong-Chih Kuo:::
:::Johnny Maine!:::
:::David Wright!:::

MG: “Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.”
TBF: “Maybe you’re right.”

:::TV left on:::

1. Wilson Betemit
(No one says anything. It’s only one run. He won’t do it again.)
2. Matt Kemp
(TBF storms over, turns off television. I go into my office to research Chicago hotels, and furtively put on WFAN.)
3. HONG-CHIH KUO.
(Radio abruptly shut off.)

A few minutes later:

TBF: “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
MG: “What now???”
TBF: “NOT AGAIN!”
MG: “Notice how I didn’t say anything. I thought you weren’t watching!”
TBF: “I opened up Gameday.”

Luckily I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, and didn’t know the score until I got off the train in downtown Brooklyn around 8am. Running late, I couldn’t really stop, but while standing at a traffic light, I managed to txt “mets score” to GOOGL. (It’s very handy. Try it some time.)

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” I yelled as the light changed.

“Early-season test, gentlemen. Early-season test,” Randolph said. “We’ve got to keep grinding it out and find a way to get a win tomorrow before we go back home.”