Friday Night Lights
Last Friday, J and I went to Citifield to see the Mets vs. the San Francisco Giants who were in town for a few games. Our seats were awesome, but it was rainy and cold. We were under an overhang, but it was still freezing.
Sometime during the 3rd inning, the Giants forgot they were playing a game and the Mets remembered how to play baseball and they scored 12 runs. In a single inning. The Giants managed to score one run in a later inning, but that was about it.
I’ve never left a baseball game early but we left after the 7th inning since it was freezing anyways.
You know, I’ve never seen the Giants play a game at Citifield and lose, but I guess there’s a first time for everything. Such a bummer. They finally broke out Bumgarner for their last game on Sunday and beat the Mets 6-1.
Win some, lose some, I guess.
The San Francisco Giants were in town this weekend (through tomorrow afternoon!) playing the Mets so that meant I spent some time down at Finnerty’s in the East Village.
Kristen obliged my request on Friday after we had coffee (Ground Central) and dinner (Dig Inn) and we went down to watch the game and watch some frat boys get thrown out after trying to start a “Giants suck! Giants suck!” chant. They won. Woot!
On Saturday I went to the game with my family at Citifield and they lost – I was very sad.
And today, Sunday, I put on my last clean orange shirt and made my way back to Finnerty’s to watch the game. They massacred the Mets, 8-0. It almost made up for last night’s loss.
Next to me were sitting two Mets fans. I believe my first question to them was you couldn’t find a Mets bar to watch the game in? and they said they just wanted to watch the game somewhere where people would care about what was going on because there really are no “Mets bars” in the city. I kept telling them in the bottom of the 9th, “There’s still a chance that they can really even this thing up!” And despite my giving them a hard time, the one sitting closest to me asked for my number (and I MISTAKENLY gave him my mother’s number – it’s one digit different. OMG I was mortified. He’s laughed it off and we’re getting a drink later this week. Keeper?).
One last game tomorrow. Go Giants!