The Will To Rock Flushing

The Mets are like a bad boyfriend who promises to call but doesn’t.  He leaves you hanging for days.  Then takes you out on a big extravagant night that’s supposed to make you forget every crappy thing he’s ever done before. 

Soooo.... who has a kid they’d like to pawn off on me for two Sunday afternoons this summer?  This child would have to have no interest in owning a bobblehead of Sandy the Seagull and PeeWee.  Some other gift substitution can be arranged.

I’m probably mistaken but last year I don’t remember the Cyclones having any promotions that were for kids only.  This year it looks like at least half of them are for kids only.  Which is fine.  I’m all for the kids getting their coloring books and pillow cases and full length wooden bats.  However, I want mini mascot bobbleheads!  I love Sandy and PeeWee and they need to be mine in mini bobblehead form!

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Let’s face it.  There was nothing to say last week.  I more than welcomed my weekend in upstate New York to see Phantom Planet with Laura.  And I more than welcomed Mackey (left) into the family when I arrived home.  Mackey is named after none other than Mackey Sasser.  He’s probably not my first choice of past Mets to name my fish after however my sister has a sentimental bond to Sasser.  Back in 1989, my sister and her 6th grade class had the honor of “singing” the national anthem at Shea Stadium.  Before they performed they all met and shook hands with Mr. Sasser.  I’m pretty sure at the time she had no idea who he was.  I’m pretty confident that she couldn’t tell you that much about him, now.  Yet, ever since then the two (in her mind) have had this unbreakable bond.  Now we have a fish named after him.  I think I’ll have to insist the next fish be named Nails. 

To anyone who may have been at this game, I really hope you were late because it was one of the worse things my ears have been subjected to (and I saw Panic At The Disco this weekend).

Please let tonight’s game be rained out!
Please let tonight’s game be rained out!
Please let tonight’s game be rained out!
Please let tonight’s game be rained out!

I had this delusional idea that if I made it through yesterday’s game with only a few drops then everything would be okay for tonight’s game.  I’m not really sure how that thought process evolved.  I must have been low on caffeine.  At any rate, I have tickets to tonights game.  The tickets were free.  The seats are crappy.  If the game is still on, I’ll still be there. 

A few things about today’s game…

• I love Nelson Figueroa.  El Duque can keep his boot!
• I fear Delgado may have sold his soul to the devil just before today’s game.  Casanova may have been his bargaining chip.  I can’t be sure of this but after seeing three home runs from these two today, I’m not sure what else can explain this. 
• My favorite highlight, Church making a catch on the warning track like he’s a freakin’ rockstar leaping over Beltran. 
• Foam Fingers!!  I’m not ashamed to admit that this was the reason I attended today’s game.
• In case anyone is keeping score, my record at Shea is now 2-0.  Woo!

During those beautiful afternoon days last week this isn’t exactly how I was picturing a Sunday afternoon at the ballpark.  I suppose I should be thankful that it isn’t expected to rain.  Right?  Right!  Think of me in the cold wet upper deck with my mom and my sister who can’t take even a little bit of cold.

Go Figgy!  Let’s kick some Smoltz ass! 

Is it wrong to hope that Delgado sits tonight (or even better the weekend) due to a bruised ass thanks to Kearns literally kicking him in ass last night??? 

This entry is brought to you today by Austin Kearns. Without him I would have had nothing to say about last nights game.  Thanks to him for giving me a brief moment of laughter just before the tears started.

Delgado was fairly hot the very first week of the season.  Then it appeared that Keith and Clyde told him his beard is weird and his ‘stache is trash and it was all downhill from there. 

Just sayin’.