Sunday, February 15, 2009


First, the depressing. Just wow. I spent so much time at Shea and now it could disappear in the blink of an eye. It's just so different than I thought it would be. I mean, I said goodbye at my last game there but I didn't really say goodbye. It was still standing when I said goodbye. There was still more baseball to be played. It was dump and I accept that but it was special to Mets fans. Shea gave me the feeling that I was at a place with history. I mean a place with the scrappy, gritty, fight-to-the-death history. The stuff that people remember by the feeling of what's around them and not by the facts of who got the hit and what his batting average was but the facts of who screamed and the exact spot you were standing at the moment. Shea had the REAL memories and not the made up crap hitting streaks and home runs. The memories were all personal.

Now that I've depressed you completely go listen to this. If you don't cry you are not human.

But now I have a David Wright video to make it all better. He is so cute! And I so need baseball to make me sane! I mean, I just saw Confessions of a Shopaholic! If it was baseball season I would have been home watching some game but instead I had to sit through an hour and 45 minutes of crap. Well, it wasn't that bad. But only because of him. (I never knew Hugh Dancy was that hot!)

Let's Go Mets!

1 comment:

mandachan said...

yeah, i spent yesterday doing homework and half-paying attention to a sport i don't even like to find out that my favorite person in it came in last and my other favorite person didn't do so hot either.
(see my last post for details)