If you follow me on twitter you probably already know that I have a little shop on etsy.com where I sell needlework pieces I’ve created.  If not—you know now.  You should buy something!  And then tell your friends to but something. 

Now back to your regularly scheduled silence. 

2010 will be our year!

I expect to see these signs posted around Shea next week.  Not because I’m being pessimistic and think that we’re headed for a downward spiral.  I simply don’t doubt that every game won or lost will be chock full of moments of despair. 

I just purchased tickets for the League Championship Series. 

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Since my last post I have been very busy. Instead of giving you a full recap of everything (which you don’t want to read) I’ll just list some events and highlights from the past few days.

Sunday-

• Lost in Queens.  (Living nearly all of my 33 years in Queens you’d think that this would stop happening.)
• NY Aquarium with some old and new friends.  (By new friends I don’t mean the fish. I’m not your crazy H.S. art teacher!)
• Got yelled at by a “puppet master” for taking his photo and not leaving a tip. 
• Got a t-shirt and a voucher instead of a jersey at Keyspan Park.
• Said hello to Angel Pagan before realizing it was Angel.  He said hi back.
• mmmm...knish.
• Shouted “Angel you rock!” from the bleachers.  There’s no way he didn’t hear me.
• Watched Laura (a Yankee fan) give in and do the Angel(s) in the Outfield wave.
• Got a beautiful sunburn which is now a beautiful farmers tan.
• Cyclones Win!
• Traffic.  Traffic.  Traffic.

I think I may pass on watching tonight’s game.  Why would I do this without having any other big Friday night plans?  I’m ashamed to admit this but I (not-so) secretly hope they lose tonight.  Gasp!  It’s for completely selfish reasons.  I’m going to the game on Saturday. I don’t want to blemish my perfect 4-0 record.  While I am thrilled about this current six game winning streak, I have little faith that they can extend it to an eight game streak.  I know.  I know.  I feel terrible.  What kind of fan am I?

In other news… um… yikes!

I can’t believe I had to wait until Sunday to see another win. Oh, I mean… I totally CAN believe it.  Writing about my fabulous Friday afternoon after a miserable loss just seemed wrong.  If they didn’t win yesterday this post may have never happened.  I’m not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing, yet. 

I arrived at work on Friday morning wanting to tell everyone that I was going to the game that afternoon.  Yet, at the same time I was still a little worried I may not even get into the stadium after purchasing tickets on ebay.  Really what is preventing anyone from selling the same e-ticket over and over?  Eventually I couldn’t hold it in.  Possibly the best part of the day were the Yankee fans groveling. It was sad really.  haha

Noon came and my day in the office was over.  I changed my clothes, fixed my pig tails, grabbed my cohort and we were off to the Bronx for my final game at Yankee Stadium (and only my third).  We arrived about 1:30ish and found our seats, no thanks to an usher mind you.  I only saw one usher the whole day.  I usually avoid ushers at Shea but in an unfamiliar stadium it would have been helpful. Then we went off for food and returned to our someone else’s seats but not before being harassed by the concession stand guy for being a Mets fan. It was all in good fun though.  Upon our return we ended up one section closer to home plate in seats that belonged to a large group of the FDNY.  This worked out great.  A good half of them didn’t show up until the fourth inning which is why we never realized we were in the wrong section.  Until then we had so much space around us which was nice on a day where the air felt suffocating.  Thanks to being in the middle of a bunch drunken firemen most of the taunts we all in good fun amongst friends.

There was a group of Yankee fans in a section behind us who decided it would be a good idea to boo every Mets fan who walked by for the first few innings. Mostly the reaction of Mets fans was to raise their hands and give them their biggest smile. In fact I didn’t notice on Mets fan talk back to them. My favorite moment during all of this happened when a fellow Mets fan walked by holding two pretzels. He was booed.  He raised his pretzels and a Yanks fan shouted “Go Eat A Pretzel!!” That was a gem if I ever heard one.  All this nonsense stopped when the Mets took the lead in the fifth inning and never gave it back.

In my quest for a baseball cap, I have bumped into this cap all too often. My question is where the heck did this NY come from?  Don’t these things need to be approved by someone?  Obviously no one asked me because I don’t approve.  Jeff how could you let something like this just slip through the cracks???  All the other teams appear to be using correct logos on this style cap.  Was it just too difficult to use a REAL Mets logo despite the surplus of logos to choose from? 

Can I speak to a manager please?

Despite all the changes that have happened in Metsland, some things never change.  I’m still buying tickets.  I just purchased tickets to Stitch n’ Pitch.

I went to this last year and it was a horrible and fabulous experience all in one.  That morning NYC had torrential downpours that took out much of the Subway system.  By midafternoon the skies were clear and subways were back in action (or so I heard).  I planned to meet my friend Adelle at Gate D at 6pm.  Apparently the news reports that I heard claiming the subways were back to normal was incorrect.  Adelle didn’t get there until 8pm.  Do you have any idea how hard it is to be standing outside of Shea and hearing all sorts of commotion going on inside?  Thankfully I had my mom calling me whenever something was happening.

We finally got to our seats.  I didn’t really know what to expect.  What I saw were three sections in the upper deck filled with people doing their needle crafts.  (I was not one of them.  I had a ballgame to watch.) All wearing their craft on their heads, around their neck and in one case from head to toe!  Normally I would think that this was awesome but instead I was just thinking these people could all be certifiably insane. It was about 200° outside that day.  The humidity was unbearable. Not exactly the time you want to be putting on a knit hat and scarf.