We didn't think we'd be in the car that long, but all of a sudden, it had been 3 hours, my friend's suit was not out in Bay Ridge as he had thought, and the Mets had held on to a much-needed 3-2 win.
Listening to Howie and Josh wax poetic of the story happening near the Hollywood hills, we rode from the east side of Brooklyn to the South West, but my buddy's suit (needed for a New Hampshire wedding) was no where in sight.
Wright crushed one as we drove down 4th Avenue with the street numbers ascending to 84th Street.
I sat, parked next to a hydrant, as the Dodgers, after 33 innings or so, came back to life with a couple runs in the bottom of the 4th.
As we passed by Washington Park (the pre-Ebbets Field era ballpark home to the Dodgers for many years), Jon Rauch induced a double play in the 8th inning, which, according to Josh Lewin, was the Turning Point of the Game.
And as we drove up the BQE towards our homes in Queens, Bobby Parnell located his fastball real, real well and shut down the Dodgers to lock down the win and the save. I pumped my fist and smiled all the rest of the way home.
The Mets look to put more smiles on our faces as they send RA Dickey to face Aaron Harang at 10:10PM.
Knuckle Forth, Oh, Robert Allen.
LET'S. GO. METS.