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Mets game last night
Aug. 17th, 2005 12:44 pmSo I made it to the game last night, eventually.
Phill's mother is a shrew. She promised him the car after he cleaned his room. He did, and she failed to keep her end of the bargain. Never mind that no one -- not even she -- uses her car. Ever. It just sits there. :::rolls eyes::: By then, it was 17.5, and Phill's dad was supposed to be home a half hour before, but he didn't show up until SIX-thirty. Phill took his car instead, all while his mother was doing her usual ranting and raving about anything and everything. -_-# Goddesses, that woman irks me.
Phil got here at 19.07. Game started at ten after, and if we were a three-minute drive away from Shea, I would have walked. -_- So after explaining the details of what happened, Phill drove us to the game. We listened to the start of it on the way over, and nothing special happened. And, because we were on the late side, traffic wasn't bad at all.
We had SPECTACULAR seats. I hadn't been so close to the game in ages. We were on the first base side, a little past where the grass met the dirt. I could see and read the names on the players' backs plain as day (or night, as it were). Not to mention that every time a lefty was at the plate, I got all excited because ultimate chance for a foul ball. I MUST have been on TV last night, if only for a second. There were several foul balls in my direction, and two very close by. One was so close, that if I'd been sitting four seats to the left, I would have gotten it. >_<# I wanted it so badly. I started smacking the railing with my glove when I didn't get it. And I didn't get a t-shirt, either. Even of field level. WTF.
The only complaint I have about my seat was this: field level. Which means, it was a rich person's seat. THAT meant that all around me were men who brought women to the game, women who don't know a THING about baseball. The men, then, would try to explain the game to the women, in hopes of looking smart and getting laid later that night. It IRKS me. I appreciate the game for what it is. I want field seats. Go away, stupid people, go away! >.> It irks me enough when you have to explain baseball to a grown person, but to a woman who doesn't care less and will forget in two seconds anyway.... :::insert classic baseball rant here::: If I have a daughter, she's going to grow up collecting cards and watching games the same way I did (I still have loads of cards from the late 80's. Some of them still smell like bubble gum).
And Lou, I realized that we failed to keep our tradition of going to a Cyclones game this summer. Is there still time?
Pittsburgh drew first blood, getting two runs in the second off of Benson. There was a triple involved, I think... and a double play.... I don't remember. In the bottom half, the Mets got four. The game was over after that. The Mets went quietly every inning until the seventh, when they tacked on two more, courtesy of a Cliff Floyd homerun. I wasn't very excited; they'd been winning for five innings, and the Pirates never threatened. Benson himself had a great night: 7 IP, 3 K, AND he got a 2 RBI single. The final was 6-2.
It rained halfway through... or drizzled, rather. Refreshing.
After the game, we hung out with the medics. We tossed a football around.... and they were like "o_o; You've got a nice spiral." Yes, I can throw a football. ph34r. After a while, and after traffic cleared up, we decided to leave. Got some food and sat on Ditmars near the bus terminal to watch the airplanes land and take off. Quiet spot. After that, we took the long way home.
And we talked about the future the ENTIRE way there. It was a deep conversation. Phill's got a lot more planned than I thought, like really long-term stuff. And the way things are looking at the immediate moment, it means a lot of dependence on him. Shit.... The conversation wasn't quite over when we pulled up in front of the house, either, so we decided to sit in the swing and talk. That went on for another hour and a half. We decided to break it up and call it a night when David and two of his friends showed up to play dominoes in the backyard. Phill and I made our snide comments to each other and I walked him to the car. It was 1.30, besides.
I went to bed early -- for me -- around 3.5. As a result, I was up before noon today. :o Gotta get the last bit of packing and cleaning done before the weekend... and then Otakon! ^_^
Phill's mother is a shrew. She promised him the car after he cleaned his room. He did, and she failed to keep her end of the bargain. Never mind that no one -- not even she -- uses her car. Ever. It just sits there. :::rolls eyes::: By then, it was 17.5, and Phill's dad was supposed to be home a half hour before, but he didn't show up until SIX-thirty. Phill took his car instead, all while his mother was doing her usual ranting and raving about anything and everything. -_-# Goddesses, that woman irks me.
Phil got here at 19.07. Game started at ten after, and if we were a three-minute drive away from Shea, I would have walked. -_- So after explaining the details of what happened, Phill drove us to the game. We listened to the start of it on the way over, and nothing special happened. And, because we were on the late side, traffic wasn't bad at all.
We had SPECTACULAR seats. I hadn't been so close to the game in ages. We were on the first base side, a little past where the grass met the dirt. I could see and read the names on the players' backs plain as day (or night, as it were). Not to mention that every time a lefty was at the plate, I got all excited because ultimate chance for a foul ball. I MUST have been on TV last night, if only for a second. There were several foul balls in my direction, and two very close by. One was so close, that if I'd been sitting four seats to the left, I would have gotten it. >_<# I wanted it so badly. I started smacking the railing with my glove when I didn't get it. And I didn't get a t-shirt, either. Even of field level. WTF.
The only complaint I have about my seat was this: field level. Which means, it was a rich person's seat. THAT meant that all around me were men who brought women to the game, women who don't know a THING about baseball. The men, then, would try to explain the game to the women, in hopes of looking smart and getting laid later that night. It IRKS me. I appreciate the game for what it is. I want field seats. Go away, stupid people, go away! >.> It irks me enough when you have to explain baseball to a grown person, but to a woman who doesn't care less and will forget in two seconds anyway.... :::insert classic baseball rant here::: If I have a daughter, she's going to grow up collecting cards and watching games the same way I did (I still have loads of cards from the late 80's. Some of them still smell like bubble gum).
And Lou, I realized that we failed to keep our tradition of going to a Cyclones game this summer. Is there still time?
Pittsburgh drew first blood, getting two runs in the second off of Benson. There was a triple involved, I think... and a double play.... I don't remember. In the bottom half, the Mets got four. The game was over after that. The Mets went quietly every inning until the seventh, when they tacked on two more, courtesy of a Cliff Floyd homerun. I wasn't very excited; they'd been winning for five innings, and the Pirates never threatened. Benson himself had a great night: 7 IP, 3 K, AND he got a 2 RBI single. The final was 6-2.
It rained halfway through... or drizzled, rather. Refreshing.
After the game, we hung out with the medics. We tossed a football around.... and they were like "o_o; You've got a nice spiral." Yes, I can throw a football. ph34r. After a while, and after traffic cleared up, we decided to leave. Got some food and sat on Ditmars near the bus terminal to watch the airplanes land and take off. Quiet spot. After that, we took the long way home.
And we talked about the future the ENTIRE way there. It was a deep conversation. Phill's got a lot more planned than I thought, like really long-term stuff. And the way things are looking at the immediate moment, it means a lot of dependence on him. Shit.... The conversation wasn't quite over when we pulled up in front of the house, either, so we decided to sit in the swing and talk. That went on for another hour and a half. We decided to break it up and call it a night when David and two of his friends showed up to play dominoes in the backyard. Phill and I made our snide comments to each other and I walked him to the car. It was 1.30, besides.
I went to bed early -- for me -- around 3.5. As a result, I was up before noon today. :o Gotta get the last bit of packing and cleaning done before the weekend... and then Otakon! ^_^
