Sunday, May 14, 2006
Mets vs. Brewers, the weekend series
It is Friday night, and I am itching because the Mets are on the road and the only way I can see them is if I walk down to the Turkey’s Nest, and while there are women who visit this particular bar on their own, I am not one of them.
I pick up the phone. I call Time Warner Cable. I make inquiries. I decline and hang up the phone.
15 minutes later I do it again. “If I order SNY now, how long do I have to wait before I have it?”
“You’ll have service before you hang up the phone.”
That did it. 30 minutes later, I am watching first pitch in Milwaukee, and caught the whole series, or as much of it as I could, overcoming my I-don’t-like-watching-baseball-on-TV assertion. However, I may have been the one who managed to jinx the series for us - although TBF asserts that it is his fault, that he drove up to Milwaukee on Sunday to catch the game, and that he will never ever go see the Mets play on the road ever again.
Saturday’s game did earn Mr. LoDuca the purchase of a t-shirt with his number on it. Although I liked him so much better before Willie rescinded the facial hair ban.
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