Report from Mets @ Giants Game 2.
That's. What I'm talkin' about!
Today's game. MUCH better.
I went with my parents to the game. It was incredibly foggy driving up from San Jose, but it was pretty sunny when we got to our seats. We sat in Club Level just to the right of the foul pole in left field.
It was great to see Pedro out there, and even better to see the way he pitched.
As soon as I saw Rich Aurilla botch that play, I knew the Giants were in for a long night. Apparently, while listening to the Giants station, the Giants have had 56 different line ups in the 59 games they have played. Craziness.
"If Ray Durham played second base for the 62 Yankees, the Giants would have won the world series." - Some Giants personality that I can't remember.
Just a terribly played game by the Giants. I still can't believe Tatis dropped that goddamn ball.
A lot more Mets fans this time around. Probably because they had something to cheer about.
After the Mets at bat in the top of the 4th, I said to my mom, "Okay, the 5th is theres". It really was. My mom did the little Pedro point to Pedro after he hit his first single. It was pretty funny. She also mentioned that Ramon Castro (aka The Hippo....or at least that's what I call him) was wearing number 11, the number that Wayne Garrett wore (apparently one of her all time favorite Mets).
It was really cold and really windy (for California) for most of the game. My mom and dad both kept getting up and leaving to go inside the club level and get warm. My mom left in the top of the ninth. She came back right after "The Show" decided he didn't want a six run lead for his team anymore. She talked to someone who had just moved here from Brooklyn. She was talking about me and how I was a Mets fan and he replied, "Raisin' 'em right!"
After Wagner came in and cleaned up things. We walked up and were greeted by my mom's newly found friends. High fives all around. The walk back to the car was much better this time. Fist pounds and high fives. It was nice.
I was listening to the radio on the way home. John Miller was the only Giants radio personality that talked about Pedro being the player of the game. Everyone else was just pissy (and rightfully so).
One more thing: This guy sitting in front of us had golf tee's in his ears. ....What?
I'm going to the day game tomorrow. So, I'll be back here for that too!
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cold and windy
I went to a night game at Candlestick in he early 90s and by the fifth inning I felt like I was entering day five of a hike through Alaska with fewer provisions than Chris McCandless. AT&T Park isn’t quite as exposed, but it’s still on the water and it’s still blustery after, say, noon. San Francisco is cold— you’re going where nobody says hello, they don’t talk to anybody they don’t know.
I remember
Going to a DAY game with my grandparents and my family at Candlestick. Upper deck. I think my sister flew away.
EAMUS METROPOLI!
baseball is a funny game
Joe Garagiola recalled his first game at Candlestick. Cold. Somebody asked the umpire if he could use a cup of coffee and he said “Forget the coffee, bring a priest.”

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