Who Won?

  I am officially bad luck weather-wise.

  First game: April 4th. Rainy and very cold.

  Second game: May 2nd: Freezing.

  Third game: May 16th. Rained out. And I was surrounded by rambunctious drunken Mets and Yankees fans waiting for the ferry.

  I got to the stadium, went to the bathroom, and grabbed a hot dog, iced tea, and a bag of Cracker Jacks. I sat down and watched the rain come in. In the stadium you can actually see rain, fog, or whatever other awful game-interruptor decides to ruin everything slowly move in. I never thought I’d be able to actually use the phrase “sheets of rain” without trying to think of something more original, but these were pure sheets. (Curtains?) 

  The Lady is a Tramp was playing when I sat down. I had about two bites of my hot dog left when Guy Who is Not Bob Sheppard announced that the game was not going to happen. There was a collective grumble among the not-so-many Yankees and Mets fans who actually showed up and we all hurried out to try to at least get home and dry off early.

  Oh yeah. And Santana was going to pitch. Yeah, THAT Santana.

  Well, my next game is next Friday, so at least I get that. Another Mariners game. The excitement of Mariners games is getting old pretty fast. The one was just fine. But it’s baseball and it’s the Yankees so I’ll take it.

  Next game: 5 days.

 

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