Aug 19th, 2006

THIS IS NEW YORK NOT BOSTON*

It was a truly bucolic evening out at Shea tonight. I got out of work in time to meet TBF and travel to Shea in a leisurely fashion, the weather was perfect, and the Mets played a solid game that resulted in a victory. Steve Trachsel was decidedly peppy (well, for Steve Trachsel, anyway). D.Wright’s slump seems to be winding down and Our Endy delivered yet again. We were fading into that 8th inning, “we’re probably going to win at this point so we’re going to relax” glow, when Diamondvision trumpted and the PA announced: “It’s the XM Sing-A-Long! Stand up and sing along with…” Just when I’m thinking that this could be cool, the bomb is dropped: “‘Sweet Caroline’ by Neil Diamond.” WHAT THE FUCK?… [more]

Aug 18th, 2006

scenes from a punk rock bar

The conversation started a few weeks ago, when I confessed to one of my best friends, V., that I had been writing this blog. This has been a hard thing for most people I know to understand. Unless they are already baseball people, they are bemused, confused, cynical,patronizing, condescending and a million other similar adjectives. It doesn’t compute. They don’t know how to respond to it. They leave voicemail messages like, “Well, it’s Sunday afternoon, so you’re probably at a baseball game…” And all I ever want to respond is, Yeah, asshole, I probably am. Where are you? Drinking in the latest hipster bar in LA or Brooklyn or wherever?… [more]

Aug 17th, 2006

mooooookie

As we roll into 1986 weekend, I notice that Mookie Wilson is signing DVD’s down the street from me today (Thursday) (Borders at 100 Broadway in Manhattan at 1pm) and also out on Lon Guyland (Best Buy in Westbury at 6:30pm). :::end gratuitous plug::: However there is only so far having a Mets fan manager can get you. More to write about Metsgrrl and 1986, but it is late, we lost AGAIN, and I ended up drinking with friends in the East Village in an establishment that only had the Yankees game on. Probably for the best. *sigh* … [more]

Aug 16th, 2006

SAFECO FIELD.

I have this odd, unintentional history with the Seattle Mariners. I moved to Seattle in March of 1995, which should tell you more or less what you need to know: I was in the right place at the right time, and I had friends who were baseball crazy. I remember being at work at Internet Startup #1 that fall and listening to the Mariners game over the INTERNET. I remember our IT guy Steve, diehard fan with season tickets in the upper deck first row behind home plate, asking people if they would cover for him and allow him to work untraditional hours when the Mariners started to head into playoffs, because (and I quote), “Who knows if I’ll ever get that chance again?” I knew nothing about baseball but I sure understood faith and devotion, so I was more than happy to help him out.… [more]

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Aug 16th, 2006

metsgrrl tours the safe, part 2

I’d like to start this portion of my Seattle travelogue by acting like a 7-year-old. This man would never survive in the New York area. He could be The Second Greatest Closer In The History of Western Civilization, and he would not make it through half a season. His team could have a J.J. Putz t-shirt day where they dutifully instruct us that his name is pronounced “pootz” – it wouldn’t matter. No one would buy his jersey. No one would add him to their fantasy league. Mike and the Mad Dog would have a running joke daily — no, hourly — over him.… [more]

Aug 16th, 2006

was there a game tonight?

I wouldn’t have known except that I was working late and my boss was IM’ing me the score. And then we had DVR and remote management issues (any advice on how to set the DVR to record, and then start watching the game at, say, 9pm, via fastforward, and eventually catch up to the live game? This can be done, right? TBF does not want to concede he might have remote management issues), which meant we saw the end in real time, just when it was starting to get really bad. As a result of all of these things, TBF and I have been walking around crabby all night.… [more]

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Aug 15th, 2006

metsgrrl tours the safe, part 1

I have this odd, unintentional history with the Seattle Mariners. I moved to Seattle in March of 1995, which should tell you more or less what you need to know: I was in the right place at the right time, and I had friends who were baseball crazy. I remember being at work at Internet Startup #1 that fall and listening to the Mariners game over the INTERNET. I remember our IT guy Steve, diehard fan with season tickets in the upper deck first row behind home plate, asking people if they would cover for him and allow him to work untraditional hours when the Mariners started to head into playoffs, because (and I quote), “Who knows if I’ll ever get that chance again?” I knew nothing about baseball but I sure understood faith and devotion, so I was more than happy to help him out.… [more]

Aug 14th, 2006

walt whitman bridge*

Late last week, after being thoroughly tired of missing first pitch because I’m still at work, or heading home from work, the MG household made the decision to acquire a DVR from Time Warner. (We are actually not technophobes, nor Luddites, just busy and not realizing that this was an affordable option.) We picked up our new box yesterday, conveniently arriving at the Time Warner store-thingie in time to watch the end of the game, which was of course on one of the many screens around this location. (Our obvious interest in the game – despite the security guard yelling at us that we had to Sit Down And Wait For Our Number – got the one guy in the store who cared about the game to wait on us as soon as our number came up, where we had a lengthy and spirited discussion about the Mets while he processed the paperwork faster than I have ever seen a Time-Warner employee do ANYTHING.… [more]

Aug 12th, 2006

don’t you start me talking

I do not buy the New York Post. I did not grow up in a family that would have ever considered reading the Post. I don’t care that their sports page is better or that they have four sudoku puzzles, I wouldn’t buy the thing if it was the last thing to read on the planet and I was about to take an 8 hour plane ride. However, if you walk to work in the morning on the streets of New York City, you are going to see the Post hawked at newspaper stands and by vendors outside subway entrances and on corners throughout town.… [more]

Aug 12th, 2006

this week’s stupid nyc blogger post of the week award

…goes to This Is What We Do Now.com, with a post entitled: “Sweet Jesus, why would anyone be a Mets fan?” If you ever needed a sign that the Mets are now in mainstream consciousness in NYC (aside from this week’s tabloid-fest [and no I am not linking to any of that trash]), this would be it. —–… [more]