— Days Without Shea —

Citi Field - September 24, 2008
A Yankee fan I work with said to me this morning that at least we're still playing meaningful games in September.

I'm still trying to find any meaning in last night's debacle.

I was in Loge13 last night with the Kingman patriarch and matriarch, Ron Hunt and the whole Bayside gang. It was the last time we will all sit together in Loge13.

But today, I got nothing to say. In a few days, I'll post more on that last game together. Unfortunately, the game itself was crushing. The Mets blew a 5-1 lead and a Delgado grand slam and lost to the Cubs 9-6. After being there Monday to watch the Mets lose 9-5, it's getting kinda rough.

So I'm not going to talk about Perez blowing the lead and turning in one of his weakest performances of the past few months.

I'm not talking about how we had 1st and 3rd with no out in the 7th and didn't score.

I'm not talking about how we had 1st and 3rd with no out in the 8th with no outs and only managed one run.

I'm not talking about how Murphy led off the 9th with a triple and didn't score.

Or about how Church grounded into a fielder's choice with the bases loaded.

Or how Castro struck out with the bases loaded.

Lets forget all that. We're heading out to Shea tonight for our last game ever in Loge13. But they are predicting soaking showers which may put a damper on things.




[September 25, 2008 11:14 AM]  |  link  |  reply
Doug said

I have learned not to let it bother me anymore. I stopped worrying about it after a dreadful fireworks night about 10 years ago. It was a Friday (and in my plan). The Mets were playing the Dodgers. Tommy LaSorda was making his farewell tour, if I recall correctly... I remember passing him on an adjacent ramp while I was on my way to Casey's to grab a double Vodka-Tonic. The Mets had just scored, the crowd roared, and Tommy sunk his head.

How did the game end? John Franco gave it up. I was so angry that I left before the fireworks. I got in my car, and drove home, but not before some bafoons on the Van Wyck decided to park there to watch the fireworks. I honked my horn, flipped them the bird, then drove home in a road-rage.

I got home, parked the car, went to the local gin-mill. I couldn't even finish one beer. I left, telling the bar-keep that I was too angry to drink.

It was at that point that I realized I sometimes take things too seriously. It's only a game.

And that's what I tell myself. I say it's only a game when the Mets lose three in Atlanta to end the 1998 season. It's only a game when the Mets cannot hold a lead in Game 6 of the 1999 NLCS. It's only a game when Timo doesn't hustle in the 2000 World Series... The list goes on....

Pins and needles and needles and pins. A happy man is a man that grins.... Now what am I angry about???

I sleep better now. I'll save my expanded analysis about these Mets for another post, but it seems that the Mets don't win on talent, but conditioning... Kind of like the 1980 US Olympic Hockey Team. Throughout their history, the Mets have won their championships when their whole was worth much more than their pieces...

Playoff tickets will arrive via DHL today. I guarantee I get great seats, because I won't be able to use them.

I was there last night. I had made an impromptu purchase at the Advanced Ticket Window Tuesday night, and scored some sweet Uppers in Section 1, Row B for $10 per.... Took mom and dad to their last game -- it felt only right since they took my to my first 30 years ago... I didn't expect them to beat Zambrano going in, but I sure as hell didn't expect them to lose the way they did. That was a game they should have stole.

Pray for rain tonight, then a sweep of the Fish, and hope that a make-up game is not required.

Fingers crossed.....
-Doug


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