
Friday, April 20- Well, the Braves aren't going away so easily this year. It was a frustrating weekend at Shea, starting with a very, very boring and cold game on Friday night. Pelfrey can't catch a break, two Friday night starts and two cold and windy nights. Really, he pitched well, only 3 or 4 bat sequences. This was my first time watching him live, and he is electric. At the end of the day, Hudson was on and the Mets couldn't hit shit. Here are some of the things that I took note of:
- Mama's of Corona is still the best concession at Shea, it has been six months since I could enjoy a warm turkey sandwich.
- "Larry", that bastard.
- There seemed to be a lot of Braves fans at the game Friday night. Four guys were hammered that sat behind us. The most annoying bunch of fools I have ever met.
- Later in the game three more Braves fans sat to our right. These guys were the worst sort of baseball fans, uneducated. One guy was chirping way too much, we got into a bit of an exchange, but it was worthless. He was just plain stupid and I had too many beers in me at this point.
- We met the two people who have the season tickets next to us, very nice guy with his wife. It seems the Mets sold an ass load of tickets based on the fact that you get priority to the new stadium. That is why my brothers and I bought them, I just hope the organization doesn't go back on that. It would be typically Mets tact.
- No Cowbell man tonight. Too cold for him?
- On the ride home we took the 7 train to Jackson Hts/Roosevelt Ave to catch the E back to Manhattan. As we hustled down the to the platform we just missed the train. Eight minutes later an F train arrived, so we jumped on that. We got off at West 4th, as it turns out we beat the E train by about 5 minutes. My point is, the F train is faster back to Manhattan by about ten minutes. I only mention this because it is my goal this year to find the fastest way to and from Shea (more on this later).
Overall, it was a pretty slow, cold, windy, annoying and boring game. Hopefully we can come back and get a win tomorrow.
Saturday, Apr 21- It couldn't have been more of an opposite experience from yesterday's game. It was a warm, sunny and exciting day at Shea. Oliver Perez pitched a sick game. What is the deal with this guy? Walks seven in two innings in his last start and throws a gem the next time out. If this guy can find a groove and stay in it, he will be one of the most feared pitches in the NL East. All day long he was ahead 0-1, 0-2. Keep doing that kid and you will be very successful. Here are my notes:
- It was a beautiful day, our seats are in the sun for the entire game and I tell right now that mid-August games are going to be HOT. I guess I will have to rip more $8 beers down.
- Ollie was sick, but on the other hand D. Wright looked horrible. This guy is starting to press a bit, he is really having a tough time at the plate. I liked the old school high socks look. Maybe he thinks that if he wears his socks like A-Rod, he will start hitting like him. Let's hope he does.
- Another Mama's of Corona sandwich, I am going to be a fat bastard by All-Star break.
- How long with Ollie's post-inning deer jump over the foul line last?
- No Cowbell man today. Too hot?
- Today we took the LIRR to the game, once on the train it was 16 minutes to Shea. Door-to-door it was under 50 minutes. It is a bit more expensive, but it is 100000% worth it. Here is a suggestion, if the platform at Shea for the LIRR is insane, take the 7 train to Woodside where you can catch the LIRR back to Penn Station. It was a pleasure taking the LIRR, the only other way I will get to Shea this year is by the Water Taxi.
Well, this upcoming weekend James, Strohm and myself will be making a roadtrip to DC to catch the Mets series. It is going to be a weekend filled with golf, Mets baseball, drinks at the Georgetown waterfront and late night's in Adam's Morgan. I lived there for 5 years so it will be nice to get back to visit. We will be blogging about the weekend early next week, hopefully we have some good (PG rated) stories.


