After my email rant of yesterday, I was interested to see how much mail I would get, and the answer was plenty! But the funny part is that they all said "I swear I don't expect an answer! Really I don't!"

Jody sent me this great minds think alike link. Me and Stewart, brothers under the skin we are.

So yesterday I got to work early and left early to go to the Mets/Braves game with Tracing and her husband and Jen's Friend Jen and a big bunch of strangers.

The game was appalling, Hershiser gave up three runs to the Braves in the first twelve seconds of the first inning, the Mets didn't score until the 6th, and the final score was 9-3 Braves. A sad display.

It was really fun, though. Not to sound all Bull Durham, but that moment when you come out of the subway and see the ballpark all lit up and bright green and blue is just so exciting.

I haven't been since I saw a Red Sox game about seven years ago with my friend Joe, and I forgot how exhilarating the whole experience is. I do miss the organ, though. What is up with this no live organ thing? Am I dating myself?

I did think that it was funny, though, that the fans would have hysterics when anyone would bloop up a single and stagger towards first. "Hooray! Hooray! A Met is on base! Perhaps there will be a run someday!"

If there had ever been a homer, everyone would have had a collective stroke.

We were just sitting and talking, though I spent alot of time just blissing out on the park, but I don't think that anyone paid much attention to the game after the first and most pathetic inning.

Tracing kept asking questions about the rules, and I think that I sounded fairly knowledgable about what a batting average is, and what the stats mean, etc. It was like being at a game with a Martian.

We had totally stopped paying attention at the eight inning, when the Braves scored four times, but I was explaining the third season of Buffy to Tracing, and we kept stopping and looking up and saying "Wait, what happened? There was another run?"

The fans kept erupting in boos and cheers, often for no reason that we could see. "Wait, what happened? What are they upset about?" Once, up on the scoreboard it said in giant letters something about a walk for Juvenile Diabetes,and there were boos and boos. Probably about something else, but I heard it as:

"Boo! Boo! Boo on Juvenile Diabetes! Juvenile Diabetes is very bad indeed, and we are firmly against it! We have considered our opinion on the matter, and we, the Mets fans, say Boo!"

Today's horoscope:
Your skills at diplomacy or peacemaking may be used today. A feeling for ease and harmony contributes to your effectiveness.

One year ago today:
Bring back the Bill Zuckert spots! Boycott Foxy lettuce until they do!

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