After a few days of hardly being able to pay full attention to those Mets of ours, I was finally able to take in nothing but the game, and some great chatter about our favorite pastime. The drama of life in Boston this week was a prevalent beast in the background and foreground of many of our individual narratives, climaxing as Harvey showed how Better (and always Baller) he is.
The (majority of the) Rising Apple Crew finally took in a game together, and though the Mets battled, as they've been known to do this year, at the end of the day Terry Collins made a Laffey out of it.
(I'm going to cover my feelings on Terry's status over at Rising Apple this week.)
A very creative individual whose name I unfortunately failed to get masking-taped BUCK over a certain J. Bay, updating his t-shirt with the times. Before Edgin was in 1 pitch too late, The New 44 made his presence felt once more, singling in what was the tying run. As this team grows, it's easy to take losses like this in stride. A very fun day at the ballpark, with an odd and interesting loss to take in.
And it was a lot of fun catching Neil Diamond live at Fenway while on line for food.
My ears will probably be the main sense that takes in the rubber match of this early divisional matchup.
Gee-funk it up tomorrow.
But for now, here's a song for the night.