Thursday, May 15, 2008

NO COMMENT.

I thought today’s Gary-Keith-Ron and sometimes Howie in the Upper Deck was a great idea.

I just wish it had been a more enjoyable game to have done that for.

I suppose i could manage to add something to the pile of grumbling, to the disgruntled hordes phoning WFAN, to cranky co-workers sending me instant messages throughout the afternoon demanding FIRE WILLIE!!!!!!!!!!

But what, I ask, what?

I am nervous about the weekend, glad we are going to see Mr. J. Maine, anxious about Mr. O. Perez, and hoping that Mr. J. Santana shows all those ‘We already KNOW Santana’ Yankees fans that they, um, well, don’t. And then I look at a lackluster struggling ambivalent inconsistent undiscernable, unfathomable Mets and realize that I just don’t know.

But no one does. I just don’t have to figure out how to file a thousand words of copy a day about it.

We are going to the House of Evil on Sunday night, section 601. Right behind home plate, carefully chosen by TBF and purchased from a Yankees season ticket holder living in Florida, as having excellent photo potential for yours truly. I like the idea of the Subway Series, I like the potential of the crosstown rivalry, but I don’t like Yankee Stadium, think it is overrated, and going into enemy territory is more unpleasant than it should be. I know, gone are the days of dueling, and women once had to wear crinolines and stockings to the ballpark.  I’d just like to think that it was once more civilized. I realize the rivalry was probably stronger once upon a time, but I’d just want to know it was done with more style.

I just don’t want to walk out of there embarrassed at the way they played. Which seems to be a 50-50 shot these days.

I will miss some of Saturday and hope to catch as much of tomorrow as I can, but I have huge enormous plans with a friend having once-in-a-lifetime events and those take precedence. I am okay with this but I imagine TBF is planning how he can sneak a radio into Maxwell’s without being completely rude. (Yes, I know you are, and I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.)