Today was ballet day in New York. Since the blog era commenced, the Mets have never won on ballet day. But they've never lost in Arizona. Something had to give.
Our offense, apparently.
The ballet du jour was a big-deal production of “Romeo + Juliet”. Sad to admit I'd forgotten most of the details since I read it in ninth grade, even since I saw Leonardo DiCaprio and Claire Danes have their go at it ten years ago. At intermission I was thinking, well, this is kind of a downer, but at least there's a happy ending.
So I was off by a couple of suicides.
I was briefly content that this performance's conclusion coincided with the fourth inning and the lone successful Met rally of the day. Five-plus innings of baseball remained beyond that, but not much of a happy ending there either. Picking up bits of play-by-play between Lincoln Center and the new P.J. Clarke's on Columbus (don't order the chicken pot pie) and then peering over the bar for silent video of Pelfrey struggling and Hernandez cruising and then whatever I absorbed heading in and out of the subway to Penn Station, punctuated by my first full-blown cursing out of a David Wright at-bat, brought no joy beyond the joy that I didn't miss all that much Mets baseball on a Sunday afternoon turned evening. After 13 straight wins in Arizona and an otherwise lovely outing with my ballet-liking wife, I guess I was being greedy.
But I was not the only one in New York being that today.
I guess our luck ran out after 13. Although 13 was memorably lucky against the Diamondbacks at Shea last year.
Next we'll be hearing that the Yankees are negotiating with Orlando “El Duque” Hernandez as part of the latest step in their effort to recreate their rotation from the 2000 Subway Series.
Get well soon, Mike, you've got someone to make wish he'd stayed in retirement.
Can't win them all. Although it's a shame Atlanta won too, at one point we have to start really clicking and blow those guys away.
I'm pretty sure the Yankees are paying Clemens more then most teams pay their entire rotation. Hell, if you add in the left side of the infield, that's more than 13 teams entire payrolls.
I'd be interesting if his body gives out on him this year. Maybe he makes 3 starts and then goes on the DL. That's Larry Brown type money.
How ironic, that reminds me of the one Leonardo DiCaprio film where I was happy to see someone die. It was Titanic and it was Leonardo DiCaprio himself. Jebus, did the ship sink slow enough? Watching it go under was like watching Royals baseball between June and September.
Just poking my head in…I haven't been around in a while. How you guys been?
And ballet?! Hah-hah!
Wouldn't it be funny if Rocket Roid-boy pulled a Seaver-in-87 type of deal and retired when he realized he could even win simulated games?
Or even better, he wins his 10-13 games and the Yankees win a grand total of about 87 or so…
Hey Doob, good to hear from you again. I can't counter your Nelsonian ballet commentary with any snide remarks on the Royals because you beat me to it.
Best to Brian Bannister.
Evita Clemens. Do pitchers come any more primadonna than him?
At intermission I was thinking, well, this is kind of a downer, but at least there's a happy ending.
This is the funniest thing you ever wrote.
What's so bad about the chicken pot pie?
At least Evita gave healthcare and housing to the poor. What has Clemens ever given them but a circus? Or, at least, a big red rubber nose?
And R&J a happy ending?? Greg, were you in the can at the end of that movie?
Let's just say I kind of forgot what I was watching. That often happens to me at the ballet.
Ugh. That commercial is killing me, and could drive me over the edge to violence when it's on at 12:45 am tonight. (Tomorrow. Whatever.) Someone put a fistful of downers in her next Dunkin Donuts order.
actually, i keep hoping they'll microwave her double espresso and she'll, like, spontaneously combust. you know it happens more than is commonly assumed.