You have to just "turn the page," Ryan Church said in a post-game interview. Indeed.

 Turn the page to next season. Close the book on Shea.

 I knew – well, almost knew – that the Mets couldn’t last long in the post-season without a closer in the bullpen. But as any good Mets fan would say, should say, “Ya gotta believe.”

 Tough for the season to come down to the last game…last two innings of the game, really, once the Brewers won. Too many weaknesses – too many holes in the lineup to overcome. But there’s some glimmer of hope when it’s only a two-run lead. Turns out it was two runs too many.

 The post-game “Shea Goodbye” ceremony choked me up a little bit. I can’t imagine what that feels like as a player who had a great moment in Shea – winning the world series…catching the last out in a big game – and to have the place that held those moments, even in just the quiet whispers down dusty corridors , the ghostly echoes of games gone by – to have that place knocked down - that’s got to be tough. Like returning to see your childhood home and seeing instead, a parking lot. At least they’ll have their memories – and probably some momento from the old place.

 The fans, of course, have their countless, mostly untold stories of memories at Shea – their first game, time they spent with their families, their fathers – this was a second home of sorts. A place they could come to enjoy a game, forget their problems for a little while but mostly, to have a chance to cheer the spectacular. To be a part of something… amazin.

 I’m a relatively new fan to the Mets and baseball – a post 2000 bandwagon fan, I guess. Eight years of fandom in that stadium gave me quite a few good memories.

•  May 2001 – my first Mets game when I went alone. A nice older gentleman taught me which hot dogs were best (Kosher…grilled) and how to tell whether a fly ball was something to worry about/cheer for, or if it was just a pop-up (watch the outfielder).
• September 21, 2001 – Mike Piazza’s homerun.  
• Sep. 24, 2001 – first game I attended after 9-11  
• Summer 2002 – took my 4 yr old daughter to her first game  
• 2006 Div. Playoffs – upper deck. Could feel the stands quaking as the crowd cheered.
• This past Thursday night's game vs. Cubbies. Ryan Church's crazy slide and Carlos Beltran's game-winning RBI in the bottom of the 9th. Even on the field level seats, you could feel the ground shake from all the excitement.
• Countless times where I found my heart on the ground, crushed and deflated like so many discarded popcorn boxes.  
• Countless times where I found myself in leaping, cheering, arms outstretched overhead or high-fiving strangers, screaming so loud I lost my voice.  

They’ll be plenty more memories at the new CitiField park. Stadium. Whatever they’ll call it. It looks nice from the outside.  The Mets will be back next year. Hopefully, we’ll have lots to cheer about. 

Related:

Nice piece by George Vecsey in the NY Times today.

Ten Amazin' Shea Moments in the NY Daily News

What can I say? The Mets are done. The Phillies pulled it out.

In summary, Ed Hardiman, don't even talk to me. I am not reading your Met-aphors post. Mean, mean, mean duck.

 ;-p

Happily, I have ultra-soft tissues in stock.

AND THE JETS LOST, TOO!!! Go Giants?

Sigh.

My husband went outside after the game and tossed huge logs on the firepit. A symbolic finish to the big Mets Meltdown of 2007.

sigh.

Mets fans are freaking out right now...I'm not. They all need a valium. Maybe they should have valium-giveaway nights at Shea before the playoffs. Cap Night, T-shirt night, valium night. Again with the booing of the pitchers and everyone else who isn't getting on base every time. Is this really working, the booing? I don't see John Maine being inspired to play harder because of the booing. You're not helping.

Maybe I just don't have enough of that tough city-love in me where I think that knocking some down will help them get up stronger the next time. There was a great cartoon in the New Yorker years ago with Mets players in the dugout. The boo's are raining down on them. One player says to the other, "The boo's I can handle. It's the silence of the educated fan that rankles." It was funny but I still hate the booing.

Ah, but enough about the booing of the Mets. Let's talk about the booing of Ken Rosenthal. Ken! Ken, I love your writing and sideline commentary, but now you're saying the Mets are "Pathetic?" Aw, c'mon. Show 'em some love. They held onto first place for too many weeks to count and now they're pathetic?!

I agree with the Omar Minaya comment about assembling a good mix of players. I think when Floyd and Franco left and Delgado's numbers fell, then he was injured, you weren't left with much in the leadership department. The young guys need leaders, even if not by their actions, but their presence in the clubhouse day-to-day. Tommy Glavine's great, but a leader every five days isn't the best situation.

Still, like any team, they'll have to dig deep if they want to play in October. Each individual but also as a team. If that bullpen is having a rough go of it, someone's got to pick up the slack. It's not singles tennis. If you stink in baseball, hopefully someone can pick you up and get your back.

I disagree about the pretty face comment, too. I think the substance is in the numbers, which of course I can't quote here because I would break my contract stipulation about unauthorized use of statistics by a non-statistical blogger. But I know I'm right... OK. Way too much typing for the AM. Carry on. Go Mets.

I found this interesting explanation of what Dog Days are:

It's the “dog days of summer” ...the hottest and muggiest part of the season. Webster defines “dog days” as...

1 : the period between early July and early September when the hot sultry weather of summer usually occurs in the northern hemisphere
2 : a period of stagnation or inactivity

The brightest of the stars in Canis Major (the big dog) is Sirius, which also happens to be the brightest star in the night sky. In fact, it is so bright that the ancient Romans thought that the earth received heat from it. Look for it in the southern sky (viewed from northern latitudes) during January.

In the summer, however, Sirius, the “dog star,” rises and sets with the sun. During late July Sirius is in conjunction with the sun, and the ancients believed that its heat added to the heat of the sun, creating a stretch of hot and sultry weather. They named this period of time, from 20 days before the conjunction to 20 days after, “dog days” after the dog star.

In New York this week it's hot and muggy. And there is stagnation. A low-pressure system has been hanging over our heads for a week now. You just can't get anything started with gray clouds looming.

Oh - you thought I was talking about the weather? I was talking about the Mets. There's a stall in the high. A stagnation. A pause before "the run" into September. Well, I hope it's just a pause.

I went to the game last night against the Padres. I think we might have a pitching issue. (Might?!) The back page on the Daily News said "Poison Pen." Ouch. Well said, but ouch. Don't get me wrong, it was a great game. Lots of ups and downs, but something's missing.

If there's a big ball of fire behind these dog days, it's coming a little too late in the game, in too late an inning. And it's not coming from the general direction of the bullpen.

And one more comment on the game...they boo'd Tom Glavine. That's just wrong. They nearly boo'd David Wright after his 2nd error (David Wright!!!). They boo'd Carlos Delgado every time he went to bat. They always boo Wagner, unless of course, he wins. I'm thinking all that extra hot air doesn't help blow the ill winds away.

But that's just me. 

Here's a nice piece remembering Phil Rizzuto by Vic Ziegel in the Daily News.

Hey, the long-awaited (for me anyway) kickball story is up today. They used four of my photos for the piece in the paper but they're not online for some reason. They weren't exciting (see at right).  But the story was in there and...(in non-sports news) the editor for the food magazine I wrote for used my photo for the cover. Not a photo of me, a photo I took of food. Food, I say! lol.

Anyway...a good week all in all.

Unlike the Mets, who look to get a win in the next few minutes but lost their outfielder, Carlos Gomez for six weeks from a broken hamate bone in his hand...on a check swing. I didn't see it, but damn. I would've wanted a least a double for a broken hand. Poor guy. Upside...Ledee's getting his shot.

Baseball. Sigh. It ain't kickball, but it's good.

10. I have spent every waking minute of my day concerned with saving the planet, feeding the starving and adopting children from various socio-economic misfortunes. (Oh, wait, or is that Angelina Jolie? ####...she was on the Daily Show…the long, brown hair confused me…my bad.)

8. Since I started writing for a newspaper, I never read the newspaper, sports or any other section (Yes, there are other sections.)

7. The Mets are winning so there’s nothing to write about (although the NY papers seem to have no trouble finding material…hmmm.)

6. There’s no damn World Cup so I can’t have guest-bloggers do remote-blogging for me.

5. I’m saving all my energy for the All-Star Game because we all know how much we care about that game.

4. I need a “Next Best” contest to get me motivated.

3. I need to be paid to get me motivated.

2. I need to be awake to get me motivated.

1.  

See? See how awful it is? My number one SUCKS! lol

Well, I feel better that I typed SOMEthing...even if it is just downright awful.

I know, I know. It's March Madness. Don't worry, I flipped the calendar, but I would argue that May has much more pro sports Madness than March. Last night at the bar (how many times have I typed that?), we had from left to right on the televisions, a Yankees no-hitter, the Rangers/Sabres playoff game, the Mets/Marlins game and in the corner TV over the pool table, by special request from my volleyball friend Robin, the Nets were on.

There was a constant drone of cheering mixed with groaning with a panorama of sports (and beer) around us. That's way more madness than just NCAA hoops.

Intense Rangers fans outnumbered and out-cheered the rest of the bar fans. The Yankee fans, though holding onto a 9-run lead, were quiet, focused, praying the Rosary, nursing along the no-hitter. The Rangers fans were breathless from the excitement and far too many fans weren't paying attention to their dates.

The Mets fans, us, were squinting to see the score on the far TV but weren't too happy when we finally deciphered the deficit in runs. Robin, the only Nets fan, screamed like a woman possessed when they Nets closed the gap and...nobody cared.

I learned about this crazy "dropped stick" rule in the NHL when you're not allowed to pick up some guy's stick if he dropped it. Why you would is beyond me. I think if women made the rules, it wouldn't have to be a rule because a woman would just give the poor person their stick back and then play on. Men have to state, specifically, you may not touch the other guy's stick (read: so you can't beat them with it, break it in half over their heads or toss it willy-nilly into the crowd). Then again, if women made the rules, there might not be fighting in which case there'd be no actual game, as far as I understand the game.

Which is to say, not so much. Take for example...icing.

I thought the icing rule was gone in hockey. NOT! The guy who told us the "don't grab my stick" rule told us that rule, too...and, I might add, did not even touch the whole "grab my stick" double entendre opportunities in our discussion. That's how much these guys were into the game. I was so ready with the comebacks, too. Crickets. I've never felt so invisible.

Then we learned about the "no goalie in the net" thingie when they leave the open net, like a full court press, which was pretty cool but insane. And hey Rangers fans, uh, that was definitely a goal. **ducks flying debris**

The Rangers "won" after the controversial Sabres non-goal and we swiftly begged for the Nets, not Mets (raining and losing, not good on the HDTV) to move to the big screen. It was for naught - Nets lost.

And over there in the corner, the two lone Yankee fans looking desolate after another pitcher went down with an injury and a blown no-hitter. I felt the need to tell them the cause of their woes: Robin the Nets fan.

She said very, very outloud,  "Oh, they have a no-hitter!" So, it was her fault. Email me for Robin's phone number. Six weeks on the DL for the pitcher and the Yankee "performance enhancement" coach got the pink-slip.

My neck hurts from all the whipping around to see the action. But I feel satisified sports-wise. If I smoked, I might have desired a post-multiple game cigarette.

A Mets loss is easier to take when Ranger fans are happy (unhappy Rangers fans in a bar = not a good thing) and the Nets nearly won. And the Yankees? Well, I feel for you. Really, I do. Really. No, seriously.

Little League report:

Big night for my son as recounted by my husband, since I was at volleyball (bad mommy!)...

The little league games are 6 innings, so the other team scored 4 in the
bottom of the 6th forcing the game into extra innings.  Jeremy started the
game as the lead off hitter playing left field.  By the end of the 6th, he
had 3 at bats and was 0 for 2 with a walk and 2 strikeouts (both caught
looking).  No one scored in the 7th inning and in the top of the 8th there
were 2 outs with bases loaded when Jeremy came up to bat.  Normally you
would let a few pitches go to see if the pitcher will walk in a run, but
Joe the coach told Jeremy that the pitcher was throwing lots of strikes and to
be ready to swing.  Jeremy swung at the first pitch and missed.  Then he
swung at the 2nd pitch and hit a hard grounder in between short and third.
The shortstop manage to knock it down backhanded, but struggled to grab
it.  He threw it to third since he had no other play, but all runners were
safe.  The next batter made out and we were ahead by a run.  Pitcher
Tyler D. made it a nail-biter by loading up the bases in the bottom of the 8th with
2 outs, but then struck out the last hitter.

So my son hit in the winning run...and the coach gave him the game ball!

A great night in sports!

My updates on the Mets are about as slow as molasses. Just when I had a post all ready about the Mets winning all the time, they lose. Such is the ebb and flow of a 162 game season. I'll have to either type faster or think slower. Something.

I was telling a friend that the Mets are so good right now, they're boring. Winning is boring. How do you Yankees do it?  I'm not sure I can get used to it.

I mean, c'mon. Expectation of loss is exciting! Impending doom is edgy! What's more heart-pounding than a so-so relief pitcher coming into the game with a two-run lead? That's exciting stuff right there!

Alas...I'll settle into this whole "winning" thing, if I must. Winning is good, too. ;-)  (withholding all inclinations to write anything about the Phillies ... not...typing..it...no...must...resist...)

My son had his opening day this weekend (see major league batting form at right). It was postponed because of the flooding from the Nor'easter last week. They clobbered the other team, as my son put it, "Fourteen to not even close." That would be my husband's competitive side showing there...not mine. I, of course, inquired at the game if there was a "mercy rule" in this league. A very tall kid said, "Uh, no, no mercy." Then he smiled. His braces made him look evil. I shook it off.

My son caught a fly ball...to make the last out of the inning and there were runners on the bags! First he came in...then drifted back to make the catch. I held my breath because that's not his best skill. He's been playing infield but they have enough infielders.

He didn't start either. He's one of the newest kids on this major league team. He held his own, though, coming in with two outs and two men (boys) on base. He drew a walk both times and flew out on a first pitch (take the first pitch!) pop to the pitcher. I couldn't blame him...he wanted to swing so badly. With his little strike zone, he's destined to have the best OBP of the team but no batting average to speak of! (Gosh, sometimes I sound like I know what I'm talking about! lol)

I tried out my new dig. SLR camera at the game. Only took like 72 pics...lol. OK, maybe a few too many. My C-drive nearly croaked when I uploaded. Talk about molasses, I tried to take a consecutive photo series of a double play and it happened so slowly, my camera got done with the photos before the ball ever made it to first. I have three really good photos of an empty base. OK, I need practice. And a big lens! I soooo need a 300mm lens. With a big tripod thingie! Yeah!

On the writing front...I'm doing my first "live" reporter-type story on Thursday for the biz editor. I usually do nice fluffy, feature stories for the family section. I usually have tons of lead time. This one I have to interview folks in the AM and file the story by 2 or 3pm. I'm totally freaked out! I have most of it written already...background, history, etc. I think the editor is probably regretting this assignment...I've emailed him a zillion times..."What about this? Is this OK?!" lol.  Maybe I should get braces like the tough tall kid...no mercy. Grrr. Write like you're on a mission!!! Grrrrr!!!

 I'll link ya on Friday. If I crash and burn, I'll link ya to the obit.  ;-p

Well, we're a week into the 2007 baseball season and I've watched a total of 12 innings. Weehoo. Note that the two losses for the Mets came when I watched one and didn't watch another. It ain't my fault. (whew)

All these games I'm missing made me think of the first year I learned to love baseball. The year when I had the luxury of time to watch a whole game. A whole series. The whole week, even. I was home with the kids and after I put them to bed, my time was mine.

Now, some of my time is mine but I'm too tired to use it. lol. Ah, midlife.

By now, you've been bored to tears with my old story of how I became a Met fan. But did I tell you the one (here we go...) about the fans I met at the stadium that first year? (Well, you're gonna hear it because until I actually watch an entire game, this is all I got, and I'm old so I tell old stories, so there!)

There were great fans way back when in 2001...The ones who taught me how to watch a game and keep score in one of those scoring book thingies. OK, maybe they didn't teach me everything (like what the book thingie is called) but they taught me a lot.

They taught me to not get too excited at every high fly ball. "Sit down, sit down," the kind old Jewish man said to me while his wife kept one eye on her knitting and one eye on the game, "You keep your eye on the outfielder, if he's not going back to the wall, if he doesn't look worried, you sit down." That little tip saved me a lot of embarrassment from proclaiming prematurely, "It's a deep fly ball to the..first...base...man."

Then the big Italian guy who taught me how not to walk in front of people when a pitch is coming down the pipe. "Ay, lady, whaddya doin?! Siddown! You ain't see-through." He was right...I wasn't.

Or when I tried to leave a game early to beat the traffic, another burly fellow enlightened me, "Hey, you can't leave, lady, it ain't ova!"  I learn quickly. I stay for all the innings now. Or I just go to the bathroom in the 7th and never come back to my seat next to the burly men.

There were the nice, inquisitive twenty-year olds who wondered why I sat alone, pen and notepad in hand, not writing. "I'm waiting for...inspiration," I said. "Oh," they said and went back to their hot dogs. Inspiration never came at the stadium. It came when it always came, in the shower or in the car or right before I close my eyes in bed.... Never where I have a pen available or the energy to write. Ah well...at least it comes.

I remember the nice father and son team who taught me how to draw my little lines in my book thingie...doubles and triples and K's. I still have my first game-sheet somewhere.

The guy who joked with me when I handed him a ten to pass to the hot dog vendor, then gave me the hot dog and kept the change. Funny wiseguy he was. (Now I know better, I go get the grilled  hot dogs...much better and I'm in complete control of my change.)

Now I know all these things and can teach my kids when I take them. I understand my 11-year old son when he tells me why he has to cover this base when the ball is over there and there are this many men on base. I still have a lot to learn.

My friend told me about his Mets home-opener experience yesterday...he was freezing, the foul pole blocked his view of some plays, how the new stadium is already rising from the ground... he was as excited and wide-eyed as a kid getting his first glove...catching his first fly ball. I think he actually bounced up and down for a minute telling me about the 8th inning rally.

It's a funny game that does that to grown people. Maybe it takes you back to that first slap of the ball into your glove. The sting in your palm. The sound of the ball on the bat...crack...and the little white orb takes flight. That game you played as a kid is being played right in front of you on grass as green as you remember it when you were a kid. Blue skies seem somehow bluer at the stadium. It's a kid's game being played by big kids cheered by other big kids.

One game does that...baseball.

I do, in fact, love this game.

Well, we're four games into this season and the Mets are undefeated. Not only are they undefeated, but they are looking really solid, pitching included. I only know that because the sports guys tell me so. We're four games in and I've watched a total of 5 outs. Apparently the Mets schedulers didn't check with my schedule before creating a schedule.

It's kiddie spring break and we've done a whirlwind tour of hubbie's hometown in Long Island, a short trip to Baltimore (Orioles were on the road) and then southeast Maryland to see my old friend. Didn't watch one complete inning.

The good news? The Mets are winning anyway. The bad news? The Mets are winning anyway. If I start watching and they lose...guess whose head will be on the chopping block. Shoot me now.

Shooter, Oliver Perez looked good (I hear) and he's hitting, too. Methinks he loves New York. = )

Hey, when did Lee Mazzilli pop into the Mets post-game show? He's got that great New York accent, but hey, smile a little, Lee. Your Mets are in first place!

For those of you who have thought about seeing a game in Baltimore but never got around to it, do so immediately. That park is simply gorgeous. We stayed one block from the stadium and walked over to show the kids. We were able to walk right up Eutaw Street and see the stadium through the fence. We saw Boston play there last year and it's really a nice place to see a game. They have the bustling waterfront just a few blocks away and on one trip, I saw some Seattle Seahawks in a hotel there. You never know who you'll see wandering around the waterfront.

I did manage to see an inning of Yankee baseball at a restaurant tonight. That Mussina is a slippery one...bases loaded, one out...how he got out of that inning, I'll never know (mostly because I was ordering a margarita and I missed how he got out of that inning!).

It's April. Baseball's back. Woo!

My new favorite local columnist, Barry Lewis. Check out his column on the Big Dance, his son and the Mets here.

Also, I want his son to blog here on the Mets. I think he'd be awesome! But then...hang on, I might lose my job.......let me rethink that....

;-)

Remember my big radio debut on the ESPN/PA station? Eddie Walker, Edsel's show was cancelled! I hope it wasn't anything I said...sorry Edsel! I told you not to make me use statistics!

Could it get any worse? Last place in the NCAA picks, last place Mets in spring training and now Edsel's gone!

Quick, someone sing that song about the ant and the rubber tree....quick!

*flicks a lighter*

We are the Champions! Woo! The girls did me proud on Saturday by winning the first ever Girls 7 & 8 year old league championship! I am told I can now renegotiate my contract for next year.

It was a great back and forth game. We were up, they were up. It took me a few periods to figure out how to shut down their hot shooter, but we did. And I had the exhausted guard to prove it. Alyssa kept her out of the action for three periods. Awesome effort....I told her, "Don't let her get the ball because she WILL score." And she didn't let her get the ball. If only it was all that easy. 

We had a twelve point lead going into the last of our eight period game (5 -minutes each)...but our lead was shrinking by the minute!!!

Their star player stole the ball and scored three times in a row. It was scary! The was visibly shaken (and cried) when she got into a scrapple for a loose ball. I do believe my player lifted her and the ball into the air from the ground. Maybe she was afraid of heights. I dunno. It worked though. She stopped scoring.

The bench was telling me to put them back in...my stronger five were sitting in the last period...could've been a HUGE coaching error if we lost, but whew, the girls saved my hide.

They did their own brand of clock management by dribbling slowly from the backcourt and dribbled into the corners and waaaaay out by the halfcourt line, thereby running the last minutes off the clock all by their own doing. They did everything I told them not to do all season long, but it worked, by George. We won by six points. Final score: 32-26. Whew.

Now I know why pro coaches look stressed and have to go for ulcer therapy and have their hair ####. It's the stress!! STRESS, I tell ya!!!! All that was on the line were little $2 medals that said "1st Place" and I was a raging lunatic on the sidelines! Thank God my husband didn't videotape me...I would've deleted me. Even my daughter told me to calm down. lol.

Ah, well, another season over. A great finish to a long, but fun year.

Onto baseball. (Did you see Tom Glavine pitch the other day?! Woohoo......)

Man, that sounds good, doesn’t it? Makes you think of solid starting rotations. Bullpens that strike fear into late inning hitters. Shattered bats and batters’ egos. Forget that snow shovel and show me the hot dogs, peanuts and cracker jacks!!

Not so fast. Drop that hot dog (so to speak). First, before we talk domination, we need a little winter trading recap.  

For the NY Mets, that’s all we had...a little. Winter trades have been a lot like this NY winter...much ado about nothing. Waiting for Godot. Not so much the winter of our discontent as the winter of our, meh, is that all ya got?  

Yesterday’s signing of Chan #### Park to a one-year $600,000 contract makes the Mets starting rotation picture...as messy as a hot dog with everything, heavy on the mustard.  
 

Nine guys for three open starting spots. Someone hand Rick Peterson the Tums. Or make a reality show about it, quick.  
 

Ok, yes, fine, we have young hopefuls in Maine and Perez. We have 40-year old seasoned guys in Pedro and Glavine. But come on. Isn’t anyone worried about them breaking? I’m 41. I broke on Tuesday again. Just up and broke...calf muscle this time. Tried to bust a move to the right. Tried is the operative word here. I’m old. I break. 
 

Yes, they’re in far better condition, but a 40-year old body is predictably unpredictable. Forty year old bodies are crying out, stop it, stop it! Uncle! Uncle!! I’m not twenty, ya know! Is anyone listening in the Mets front office? I don’t think so. 
 

Glavine’s here for one more year, which is good. He's confident. His mind is in the game. His body is working. Pedro, I’m not so sure of. He’s already going to miss most of the first half of the season from rotator cuff surgery, but which Pedro will the second half bring?  
 

For the first time last year, I saw a Pedro who doubted his body. Who seemed honestly surprised at his body’s inability to do what he asked of it. That causes doubt in your mind. Doubt is bad for a pitcher. We want no doubt. We want a little Gwen Stefani bravado in our pitchers. (I bet she doesn’t break. She’s almost 40 and looks great. I bet she does Pilates. Or Yoga. Or Yogalates. I should try Yogalates. Do they take broken people? What was I saying?) 

Oh yeah. Ultimate pitching domination. I don’t think we’ll get it. Maybe I can’t see the forest for the trees. There are so many pitchers in that forest, it’s no wonder. Maybe it's a forest of young, strong oaks. I hope so.  

The quest starts officially in 18 days. Someone pass the chainsaw.

Sports Illustrated said that Barry Zito signed a preliminary contract with the SF Giants for a seven-year $126 million deal. Wowsa. So long, Barry. Courting you was, well...a passing fling. Still...

I'll have a blue Christmas without you...
I'll be so blue, just thinking about you...
Giants contract in black and white for millions in green
Won't be the same, Dear, if you're not here in New York City.

And when those win/loss records star falling
Thats when those Broadway lights will start calling
You'll be doin all right, with your Giants in orange, black and white (and sometimes grey)
But I'll have a blue, blue blue blue Christmas.

For now, until our Mets take the Division again and then you'll be cryin! Bah Humbug!

Ahem.

Best,  

Mrs. Scrooge

10) How do you eat a "hot" dog in 32-degree weather?

9) Do they sell MLB authentic team thermal underwear? If they did, who, but your significant other would see the logo? Would they care, really?

8) How old is Kenny Rogers that he doesn't even know how to properly wash his hands before pitching? Didn't his mama teach him well?

7) If a Ben Roethlisberger, Matt Hasselbeck and Charlie Frye fall in a forest, do the fantasy football fans hear it and go nuts?

6) What inning is it again?

5) I wonder how David Wright's golf game is going...

4) Oh, look, Giants-Cowboys tomorrow night on MNF. The Jets won! Yay! Why didn't I keep up with my NFL Pick-Ems?!! Oh, yeah, I couldn't pick a game right to save my life.

3) I can't believe the Yankees lost to this team...oh, wait, we lost to the other one...darnit. (Darnit! DARNIT!!!)

2) Darnit again, the local paper's sports section tells me my old high school lost to our football rivals and soccer rivals all in one weekend. First the Mets, then this...*sigh* Losses all around. And why haven't I received any fan mail from my freelance piece today in the same paper? Why haven't I been discovered yet? Offered a book deal? Maybe I should send myself a test email, just to see if it's working. Sigh. It's working. Sigh.

1) Oh, look, the Detroit...who are they again, Tigers won. *yawn* Dangit...I missed Desperate Housewives......

;-)