Friday, September 08, 2006

the brooklyn dodgers of los angeles

We were in very high spirits tonight. I actually had a night off from work. I got to ride out to the game with TBF. There was no rain in sight. It was a pleasant fall evening, the train was not packed with tennis fans, we got to Shea in enough time to cash in our rained-out game tickets, eat something, and have time to spare. I sat back in my seat, breathed in the green, and was ready to watch my Mets play another magnificent game, especially after last night’s wonderful performance.

Riiiiiight.

The only good thing about the night was
1) I wasn’t working
2) I was with TBF
3) It wasn’t raining
4) There was (something resembling) baseball.

To add insult to injury, there was a row of obnoxious Dodger fans representing in our section, the ones that have to applaud every play. Then again, I would have stood up and applauded three home runs (or however many there were, I stopped counting at one point and actually considered going home after, oh, the third).

There’s another game on Sunday, but it’s the mound dawdler, so we are not entirely buoyed by this thought. However, again, it is baseball, and it is the Mets. I am going to will myself to be cheered.