graduation trip, part fooooooour.

We're almost there people.  Just one more after this.  I'm sorry I've dragged it out this long, but it's just that darn inability of mine to write short posts.  I've got too many words and I know it.  But just roll with it.

So, after we found out that the second Red Sox game was going to be postponed (insert a few tears here) we decided to drive back to New York.  When we got there, we went to my brother's place and stayed the night.  The next day we headed to a Mets game that started around 1 pm.  My brother and his wife came with us. The cool thing about the tickets we had for that game was that they came with a free hot dog and fries!  How neat is that?!

But we should have known right then that there was something fishy.  I mean, they don't give away that much free food unless they are dying to get people there.  And teams aren't dying to get people there unless their team is...struggling.  And I mean, maybe you give away free food sometimes, but you don't give away that much free food unless your team is playing another team that is also struggling. That's my theory anyway.

Such was the case with this game in which the Mets played the Miami Marlins.  But here's what I don't get:  we had seen both the Mets and the Marlins play different (and better) teams earlier in the week and they did not seem to be so terrible.  In fact, just three days before, the Mets had destroyed the Nationals 10-1.  Just two days before that, the Marlins had taken the Phillies into 11 innings and had many good hits.  But when these two teams came against each other, it was no good.

After the 5th inning, the score was tied at 1.  It wasn't that terrible.  Granted, the Mets couldn't get a dang hit to save their lives, but you know. It was still alright.  But the next four innings remained scoreless.  Also the next FOURTEEN innings after that.  I MEAN. COME ON.  How did that even happen?  That's right, folks.  Neither the Mets nor the Marlins scored again until the TWENTIETH inning. Not a freaking joke!  It was ridiculous!  It was the longest game to ever occur in that stadium--six and a half hours!  Like, woah.

Here's the thing: you know how baseball games have a 7th inning stretch?  Alls I'm sayin' is that no game should also have a 14th inning stretch.  I mean, that's ridic.  At the end of the 14th inning, the Mets had only had 7 hits the entire game.  Those boys could not get a hit to save their lives.  Originally, I was rooting for the Mets, but by the time the 11th or 12th inning came around, I was mostly just cheering for anyone who could hit the ball.  I mean, I love baseball just as much as (or probs more than) the next guy, but this game was just cray cray long.

Originally, we had seats out in left field, but around the 15th or 16th inning, we decided to go down to the third base line.  Because while our boys couldn't seem to get a hit to save their lives, they could hit a foul ball like nobody's business.  So we thought we might have a better chance of catching a ball down there and that might make things a little bit more exciting.

While they continued to hit foul balls, we never caught any.  But something better happened. I was caught on film!  And was on the jumbotron!  For a full 45 seconds! There was a little limbotron competition going on where the cameraman would film us and we would be able to see a line on the jumbotron that we were supposed to limbo under.  To be honest, I didn't want to do it at first.  Buuuut, my family knows how much I love to be embarrassing (no, but seriously), and convinced me to go do it.  See the video of such below:


Seriously, it's like when I do these things I don't quite realize how embarrassing they are and then as soon as it's over, I'm like, wooooooow. Can someone remind me again how it is that I have friends? On the subway home after the game, there were these guys my age and I heard one of them whisper to the other, "Look, it's the girl that was on the jumbotron for, like, ever." Sheesh.

But fortunately, the game finally ended an inning after this experience, so I didn't have to stay in the stadium too long after my ridiculous display of a lack of ANY social skills.  You are welcome, friends.

While we were at the game, my brother Danny was looking at what people were tweeting about the game.  Some of my favorites are as follows:

"The Mets are going into the 14th inning. I am going to Wendy's. I'll probably be back before the game ends."
"The Mets and Marlins are in the 15th inning. Somewhere, a hot dog vendor's legs are failing."
"The Yankees finished their afternoon game on the West Coast before the Mets finished their afternoon game on the East Coast."
"Mets and Marlins now beginning game three of their unscheduled triple header."
"Shaun Marcum of the Mets just threw his 100th pitch--in relief."
"If you're still at this game in the 20th inning, the Mets should give you season tickets."

It was a long game, but it was a good one.  Definitely something I'll never forget.  Plus, it was even more fun that we got to go with Danny and Lena.  Plus also, we survived a 20-inning game.  That's definitely something to write about in your journal.  Plus also also, afterwards we went to this place that served Korean fried chicken and seriously. That stuff was so good.  I keep thinking about it and I want it.

Okay, I'm done now.