On Tuesday night Gene texted me and asked if I wanted to go to the Met game Wednesday night. Even though I am volunteering at WFUV i said yes as i knew that Jim was getting in early on Thursday. So yesterday i was at the station from 6:30 AM until 4:30 PM then off to Citi Field to see the Mets play the Twins. I met Gene at the Foxwoods club. I had never been there before and it’s rather large. I took advantage of my new eyes to look for Gene. I didn’t see him but as I scanned the distance I thought i saw him at the far end I walked towards the back of a head that might be him. Unfortunately by looking across the room I wasn’t looking down. There was a very low stone coffee table that I crashed my shin into, a few inches above my sock. I saved myself from falling forward but my shin hurt like hell. When i made my way across the room it wasn’t even Gene. I called him. He was right by the table I hit with his back to me so all i could see is the top of his head in a Mets cap. I pulled a chair up and sat next to him with my feel up on another low table. A little while later i glanced down at my leg. My pants looked wet. I rolled up the pant leg. I had been bleeding profusely though it looked like it had stopped. My sock looked like Curt Schilling’s. On the way to our seats i stopped in the bathroom and washed it off. Now i have to figure out how to get blood stains out. When i said that to Gene he quoted Seinfeld. “When you are asking how to get blood stains out, laundry is the not your biggest problem.
Our seats were on Field level in the outfield, straight out in the ray from home plate through the shortstop position. I’ve never sat around there before, it was an interesting view. The Mets were losing 1-0 going into the bottom of the 5th. Then Ramos started the inning by grounding out then came this:<blockquote>MacNeil single to left
Rosario walked, McNeil to second
Davis Walked, McNeil to third, Rosario to second
McNeil was out advancing on a wild pitch
Syndergaard walked, Rosario to third, Davis to second.
Vasquez came in to pitch
Nimmo Hit by pitch, Rosario scored, Davis to third Syndergaard to second.
Alonso walked, Davis scored, Syndergaard to third, Nimmo to second.
Cano wallked, Syndergaard scored, Nimmo to third, Alonso to second.
Hildenberger in to pitch.
Conforto walked, Nimmo scored, Alonso to third, Cano to second.
Ramos singled to right, Alonso and Cano scored. </blockquote>
The Mets ended up winning 9 – 6. I felt bad for the Twins when their pitchers couldn’t get a pitch over the plate. It reminded me of Rick Ankiel in the NLCS.
It was fun just hanging out with Gene all evening. He’s someone I can talk sports, music, theater, and our social set with. We have a lot in common. It always feels colder at the ball park than it does walking around. I barely dressed warm enough with two hoodies and gloves. I could have used one more layer.
Getting home wasn’t difficult but i had to wait forever for the D train. I got home around midnight and to sleep around 12:30. i set my alarm for 6:30. My goal was six hours of sleep. The cats did not want me to get enough sleep. When i got home I took the time to scoop and replenish the cat litter and clean the floor around it. I got up in the night to use the bathroom and find a pile of litter on the floor. Worse they eschewed the litter and peed on the floor right in front of the toilet so I had to clean it up before i could use it. Cats are evil.
Today I’m back at WFUV. I came in around 7:15; that counts as late. I’m here with Jim and Ken now. I get to spend some time at home tonight; two and a half hours before i go to sleep.
Wise Madness 