Thursday, May 24, 2007

INSERT LAME OLIVER PEREZ CLICHE HERE.

5th inning, after D. Wright’s home run, I slowly raised my arms above my head in an arc-like shape, and bounced up and down.
“What’s that?” TBF asked, carefully.
“The home run apple!” 
“Um, okay.”
“Okay, you gotta compliment me, or mock me.”
“Honey, that’s pretty lame.”
“Oh, come on.”
“Ingenious, but lame.”

We started off the game tonight debating the lineup change. While we were both fine with moving Delgado, I still wasn’t sure I didn’t want Lo Duca batting second (and yes I saw the 2nd vs. 7th stats too, I just think that maybe Jose feels protected or confident knowing that Lo Duca will always come on to move him over). Conversations I couldn’t even think about having a year ago, TBF no longer bats an eye, instead cautions me that we need to figure out what we do when we start to have virulent disagreements, “Now that you know what you’re talking about.” It is likely only a matter of time until the first door-slamming, cat-hiding-under-the-bed baseball disagreement.

Oliver Perez! What’s not to like? He’s self-effacing, he isn’t cocky, he loves what he’s doing and he acts like he’s thrilled to be an ace. I would like to order myself an OP shirt, but TBF already did (I opted for CHAVEZ 10), and we try really hard to not acquire identical items of Mets-related clothing. As it is, we’re still not sure whether wearing our WRIGHT 5 jerseys (mine road black, his classic pinstripes) is cute or, well, g-h-e-y.

And Joe Smith! That inning was a joy to watch - strength, precision, power. BOOM! He’s the subject of adoration over at Billy’s blog today.

Coop and Zoe are trying to get me out of the house tomorrow for the SNY thing. We’ll see.