Thanks to a promotion by the Dominican American National Roundtable, I took Papi and my babies to the Mets game last night.
If you look at my Twitter updates you can see my play-by-play of all the action, but long story short- we WON, 5-4 in the 11th inning. And best of all... my boyfriend Johan Santana was the starting pitcher, PLUS he got a base hit!!
While I recognize that Shea is one of the UGLIEST baseball stadiums on the planet, I'm sad to see it go *sniffle* I saw my first game there oh so long ago- I was in junior high on a class trip; I forget who we played but it went into overtime and the chaperone decided we had to leave early. Did we win- that I can't remember. It was either something like we were winning in the 11th inning as we left the stadium, but when I got home and checked the score we'd lost, or vice versa. I love my Mets, but knowing them, it might have been the former ;)
Either way, here's my visual account of the game:
Johan, the love of my life
Beltran, the other love of my life
The big board
The beautiful field of dreams
One of my famous, shiteous crop jobs with the Minolta
N and her mismatched socks (I can't get her to stop doing that, so I don't even bother anymore)
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N and her "crazy eyes"... I can't get her to stop doing that, either!
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The Pirates scored right out the box... we were not amused...
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But then we came back and took the lead, and it was all smiles
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However, it was, umm, roughly -2.7 degrees outside, so we left at the top of the 6th. We tried to wait until the seventh inning stretch, but I was dealing with an elderly man and a young girl- not cool to let them get cold. But it's okay, though. I'll be back.
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We've already planned to attend the May 29th home game, and maybe even the July 25th game that includes... wait for it... MERENGUE NIGHT!!!
Anyone care to join us?
*smooches...glad that I resisted the urge to sneak into the locker room to molest Johan and Carlos*
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but really the only thing that stopped me was the fact that Papi would have never allowed it...
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Title courtesy of Jack Norworth, "Take Me Out To The Ballgame"