Damn you, Dontrelle Willis
Jul. 4th, 2005 11:47 amYesterday Nick and I went to the Mets-Marlins game. For the Marlins, we have Superman, aka Dontrelle Willis, pitching. In the other corner we have Zorro, aka Victor Zambrano, pitching. Amazingly, the Marlins didn't get off to a huge quick lead or anything -- but they did keep chipping away at our hero Zorro, with runs in the 1st, 3rd, and 7th innings, while Superman not only kept the Mets from scoring at all in a complete game (they only threatened once, in the first inning, when they loaded the bases with one out, and then Willis struck out Woodward and Wright), but he himself was also 1 for 2, singling with a walk, and scored that run I mentioned in the 3rd inning. That's so unfair, why do they get to have a pitcher with a lifetime .229/.262/.302 line?
There were these Hassidic Jews sitting a few rows in front of us, complete with kippahs and big curly sideburns and button-down shirts and nice slacks and all, except one of them also had a Beltran t-shirt on over his nice clothes, and another one had a Mets hat on over his kippah. Hee. It's so very New York.
After the game we debated what to do, swing dancing or going to Philly for the Braves game or what, and eventually what we decided on was that we were going to go find some really good Italian food because I haven't had real eggplant parmesan in foreeeever. So we walked all through the Upper West Side -- well, we crossed campus and then walked Broadway from 120th down to 88th or so -- and eventually ended up at a place called Carmine's. We watched the first few innings of the Phillies-Braves game while waiting for a table, and then we got more Italian food than you can shake several sticks at. The eggplant really was fantastic, and Nick, in his utter non-wisdom, also ordered rigatoni, because he is dumb and didn't realize that the portions were going to be huge. Well, we have lots of leftovers now, or more like, Nick will be eating rigatoni for lunch all week.
Walked back after that. It's nice being in a city full of people. Nick and I debated what to watch movie-wise after that and he made me watch the pilot episode of Firefly. It was pretty good, though I dunno if I'll ever get around to watching more of it unless some other people are watching it or something (were the Tacoma people? I forget).
Hmm, it's time for us to go over to the Bronx and see a Yankees-Orioles game. Whee!
There were these Hassidic Jews sitting a few rows in front of us, complete with kippahs and big curly sideburns and button-down shirts and nice slacks and all, except one of them also had a Beltran t-shirt on over his nice clothes, and another one had a Mets hat on over his kippah. Hee. It's so very New York.
After the game we debated what to do, swing dancing or going to Philly for the Braves game or what, and eventually what we decided on was that we were going to go find some really good Italian food because I haven't had real eggplant parmesan in foreeeever. So we walked all through the Upper West Side -- well, we crossed campus and then walked Broadway from 120th down to 88th or so -- and eventually ended up at a place called Carmine's. We watched the first few innings of the Phillies-Braves game while waiting for a table, and then we got more Italian food than you can shake several sticks at. The eggplant really was fantastic, and Nick, in his utter non-wisdom, also ordered rigatoni, because he is dumb and didn't realize that the portions were going to be huge. Well, we have lots of leftovers now, or more like, Nick will be eating rigatoni for lunch all week.
Walked back after that. It's nice being in a city full of people. Nick and I debated what to watch movie-wise after that and he made me watch the pilot episode of Firefly. It was pretty good, though I dunno if I'll ever get around to watching more of it unless some other people are watching it or something (were the Tacoma people? I forget).
Hmm, it's time for us to go over to the Bronx and see a Yankees-Orioles game. Whee!