Tuesday, June 05, 2007

IN THE CITY. [6-5-07]

The evening began with TBF and I intervening as a crack-addled Yankees fan started to beat up a student teacher trying to study on the 7 train. (I am not exaggerating about any of this.) It was clear something was chemically wrong with her, and probably not wise to intervene, but no one was doing a damn thing (including the three Mets fans next to the woman being attacked) and there was no way either of us were going to sit there and watch it happen.  I mention the baseball affiliation because she (yes, it was a girl) made sure to bring it up when I tried to caution her to back off. She and her boyfriend got off the train at Queensboro (or rather, he carried her off while TBF was standing at the door yelling for an officer) and luckily, no one was seriously injured. But we were shook up and disgusted that no one else did a damn thing except get out of the way. If enough people had stood up to this woman the boyfriend would have had to deal with it sooner. It kind of shook us up, just a little, and we were looking forward to the game taking our mind off things.

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The only thing I was happy about tonight was this photo:

Which looked GREAT in the camera’s LCD - finally! I got someone stealing! - and I was psyched because, well, the game sucked but at least I got THE shot! I get home and see that it look like crap on the computer. This just adds to the case to get myself a better camera, something TBF has been lobbying for.

TBF is in the bleachers tomorrow night, and I dearly want to see Hamels v. Maine on Thursday, but not if this is how we’re going to be playing this week. I fear for the roadtrip.

I will leave you with a small offering in the form of this haiku about tonight’s game, inspired by Billy Wagner’s quote last weekend:

perfect june shea night
a team we shouldn’t lose to
where is their hunger?