Things Will Turn Around
These last two days have been some of my worst.
SATURDAY
Early Saturday morning I lost my wallet. License, credit cards and most importantly, two ticket stubs. One from Game 5 of the 1999 NLCS. The second, June 30, 2000, the day the Mets scored 10 runs in the 8th inning to beat the Braves.
I woke up on Saturday miserable. The only thing that could cure my pain was Mets baseball.
It was not on TV. Had to wait till 1 p.m. for Red Sox vs. Giants if I wanted to watch baseball.
The Mets lost and as you know, it always looks uglier on Gamecast.
SUNDAY
Still no wallet. It's Father's Day. I love my dad. Everyone who meet him does. I plan on calling him that evening when I get home from a day out on my buddy Coach's girlfriend's boat.
The boat is very pleasant. Made me forget my troubles for at least a little while. We get home, I check my cell phone, it is 8:45 PM. Too late to call my dad on father's day
I FEEL TERRIBLE.
Oh, and of course I miss the Mets game. One thing I didn't mention was that we were stranded on the side of the highway for a couple of hours with a flat tire, delaying our arrival to the lake, bumping back our lake time. It was 110 degrees of death.
Anyway, I send an email and I even got him a gift. But that is not enough. I feel like I let down the one guy I don't want to let down.
I don't enjoy Entourage because my "shitty sonness" is in the back of my mind. I just want this day to end.
I purposely don't find out about the Mets score. My plan is to watch it at 12:00 on ESPN.
I arrive home at 11:55. I turn on my computer and see what happened in the game. WHOOPS!
Day could not get worse.
It is 4 minutes until it is Monday. Thank god. Losing 2 of 3 to the Yankees sucks. But at least we got to Clemens. I hate him.
FINALLY IT'S MONDAY
12:00 hits. You know where I stand with the Mets. They'll be ok. Long season, calm yourself.
Then, my fate starts to turn. I check my voicemail and there is a message from a cab driver. HE FOUND MY WALLET! You have no idea how much stress this brought me. VICTORY!!!
I check some text messages. I got a message out of nowhere from this girl that I haven't spoken to in a while but definitely consider a Top 3 Wifey candidate. I'm pleasantly surprised.
And then I checked the standings.
Nothing could be worse for the Mets these days and we are still 3 games up in the loss column on the Phils and Braves.
The world tried to bring Sip down. Baseball tried to bring the Mets down.
But Sip bounced back.
And you know what that means.
Dad, I love you and am sorry I didn't get you on the phone on your day. To Hound and the rest of the father's out there, a very happy father's day.
And to all of us Mets fans. Remember.
IT'S MONDAY!!!!
SM
SATURDAY
Early Saturday morning I lost my wallet. License, credit cards and most importantly, two ticket stubs. One from Game 5 of the 1999 NLCS. The second, June 30, 2000, the day the Mets scored 10 runs in the 8th inning to beat the Braves.
I woke up on Saturday miserable. The only thing that could cure my pain was Mets baseball.
It was not on TV. Had to wait till 1 p.m. for Red Sox vs. Giants if I wanted to watch baseball.
The Mets lost and as you know, it always looks uglier on Gamecast.
SUNDAY
Still no wallet. It's Father's Day. I love my dad. Everyone who meet him does. I plan on calling him that evening when I get home from a day out on my buddy Coach's girlfriend's boat.
The boat is very pleasant. Made me forget my troubles for at least a little while. We get home, I check my cell phone, it is 8:45 PM. Too late to call my dad on father's day
I FEEL TERRIBLE.
Oh, and of course I miss the Mets game. One thing I didn't mention was that we were stranded on the side of the highway for a couple of hours with a flat tire, delaying our arrival to the lake, bumping back our lake time. It was 110 degrees of death.
Anyway, I send an email and I even got him a gift. But that is not enough. I feel like I let down the one guy I don't want to let down.
I don't enjoy Entourage because my "shitty sonness" is in the back of my mind. I just want this day to end.
I purposely don't find out about the Mets score. My plan is to watch it at 12:00 on ESPN.
I arrive home at 11:55. I turn on my computer and see what happened in the game. WHOOPS!
Day could not get worse.
It is 4 minutes until it is Monday. Thank god. Losing 2 of 3 to the Yankees sucks. But at least we got to Clemens. I hate him.FINALLY IT'S MONDAY
12:00 hits. You know where I stand with the Mets. They'll be ok. Long season, calm yourself.
Then, my fate starts to turn. I check my voicemail and there is a message from a cab driver. HE FOUND MY WALLET! You have no idea how much stress this brought me. VICTORY!!!
I check some text messages. I got a message out of nowhere from this girl that I haven't spoken to in a while but definitely consider a Top 3 Wifey candidate. I'm pleasantly surprised.
And then I checked the standings.
Nothing could be worse for the Mets these days and we are still 3 games up in the loss column on the Phils and Braves.
The world tried to bring Sip down. Baseball tried to bring the Mets down.
But Sip bounced back.
And you know what that means.
Dad, I love you and am sorry I didn't get you on the phone on your day. To Hound and the rest of the father's out there, a very happy father's day.
And to all of us Mets fans. Remember.
IT'S MONDAY!!!!
SM
(Image courtesy of looptvandfilm.com)
posted by Sippy Momo at 3:15 AM
1 Comments:
Your post makes me sad. And not in the way you'd expect.
I have those same two ticket stubs, or I should say, I went to both those games. I was very very sloppy with ticket stubs prior to this year, and now have no idea where they are. I don't throw them out, so there is a chance I have them somewhere..but especially the Ventura game, I have no idea where they might have ended up. (I also was at the NLDS clincher in 99)
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