You know, this was a LOVELY outing at the start. I worked all day and we caught up with the game via DVR around 8pm. We were impressed with Mr. Perez, TBF is waxing poetic about how this could open up some interesting possibilities in the post-season.

That was until Ryan Howard hit that grand slam, and I stalked off back into my office, muttering - wait, no, YELLING, various unprintable expletives. Understand that Mets Grrl is a fan of expletives, provided one has already demonstrated an excellent command of the english language. Sometimes these are exactly the words I wish to be using, and tonight was one of those times. Usually it is TBF stalking away, tonight it was yours truly. He sat there on the couch watching the rest of the game in fast forward.

I am typing away when TBF yells, “You need to come here and see this.”
Bottom of the 5th.
Beltran walks.
Delgado at the plate.
and - BOOM!
OPPOSITE FIELD HOME RUN!
“Put the shift on THAT, [expletives],” I said. “F you, Philadelphia!”
“WHat!?” TBF said. “You’re trash talking the opposite team’s strategy?!"
“What? I ask, perplexed. “I’ve only been listening to Keith bitching about where every team has their players stand for the entire season.”
“But you UNDERSTAND!” he says, this curious mixture of delight and disbelief.

At that I was happy enough to go back and finish working. Until the 7th inning, when TBF put it on pause until I finished what I was doing.
That 7th inning.
Shawn Green!
And there was much rejoicing.
(I could make jokes about “why is this night different from all other nights” or “let my people run,” but I am saving those for Jewish Heritage Day.)
David Wright stopping at third. And for once, Manny “Townshend” Acta actually didn’t wave a runner home who was going to be out.
Endy Chavez!
“Intentional walks don’t work. FUCK YOU!” says TBF.
Chris Woodward gets a hit!
“Pedro’s going to come out and get a home run next,” I say.
“No, let’s bring out DeFelice. Apparently anybody can get a hit off of this guy,” TBF says.

Let’s hope I get my work done in time tomorrow to make it to the game. It will be WEIRD to see Jamie Moyer in a Phillies uniform. Sentimentality aside, if I wasn’t worried we would jinx things I would be bringing a broom tomorrow. I may have to frisk TBF on the way out the door.  Yes, whisk brooms DO count!

OOPS: TBF points out that “Although after a game like this, it feels like we won on Friday, remember that we actually didn’t.” Sorry about the broom comment.