“I was kinda fond of the the Ramones,” chuckled Gary Cohen, upon noticing that someone in the Shea stands (a young relative perhaps?) was paying tribute.
“Did you ever see the Ramones at CBGB in their day?” enquired Ron Darling.
“I did,” replied Cohen.
(long pause)
What followed next was a brief discussion that implied Bill Webb was a peeping tom (!), then a shot of a guy running around the upper deck waving a Mets flag with a crutch for a pole (“he parked in a handicapped spot” surmised Cohen).
If this is the kind of back-and-forth we’re getting during a close game a close game at the time on April 9, imagine what the August blowouts will be like?
If anyone likes to keep track of, y’know, arcane stats, Jimmy Rollins’ team-to-beat are now 1-6.
Amazing. The Phillies managed to completely alienate the most enthusiastic and hopeful fanbase they have had in years in just one week. Their “home” coming will this Friday night, which just happens to be another College/Dollar Dog Night promotion. Its gonna be ugly.
Chuck,
not that I didn’t enjoy it thoroughly, but that 8th inning was beyond ugly. There’s slow starts…and there’s the left side of your infield + Rowand embarrassing themselves. And to think it was look like yr classic mound duel earlier in the day.
Yeah, its been one kick in the nuts after another thus far. 4 of their losses were winnable games squandered by stranding RISP, bullpen failure, baserunning, fielding and managerial gaffes. It just seems that regardless of manager, coaching staff, GM or players, the Phillies just stumble out of the gate in the most inept and clownish manner imaginable year-in/out. Oddly enough (or perhaps poetic justice), the one player who has stepped up and is least culpable is Pat Burrell, the player whom everybody from the top brass on down wants run out on a rail.
I was at this game — $50 for the privilege of sitting about ten feet above the foul/fair pole in right field — and thus missed the Cohen/Darling hijinks. I will say, though, that no matter how amateurish the broadcasting gets, it can’t possibly match the parking problems that Mets fans will see this season. The rising CitiField between Gates A and E is eating up about 500 parking spots, I’d guess, and all those potential parkers were directed, thanks to some spectacularly ineffective NYPD traffic cops, into the byzantine Chinatown/Chop Shop Citi Soleil that surrounds Shea. My friend wound up parking at an underground lot in Flushing, four blocks from the Flushing/Main Street 7 Train stop; we then took the 7 one stop to Shea.
On the way back, the scene around the subway was so nasty that we just walked back, over the Roosevelt Avenue Bridge, into Flushing, and to the parking lot. It was a 20 minute walk, and involved housing projects and bus exhaust, but was far better than the white riot jumping off around the turnstiles. Why mention this? Because I’m proud of the deals I got on ShaoXing Cooking Wine and fermented black beans in Flushing (3.75 combined, holla) and because, come the postseason, this is going to be a huge deal.
Also, unless the Phillies only have three relievers, there’s no excuse for how long Geary was allowed to remain in this game. Or allowing Burgos to pitch to Howard, I suppose.