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Greg Prince on 19 October 2006 9:57 pm
I won't be at Game Seven tonight, but my stomach is already on a train and my heart is running on the express track.
Next stop…well, we'll find out pretty soon, won't we?
I like Willie Randolph. He said the extent of his pre-Game Six pep talk was to go over travel plans for Detroit. Nice. Willie's [...]
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Greg Prince on 19 October 2006 9:57 pm
I won't be at Game Seven tonight, but my stomach is already on a train and my heart is running on the express track.
Next stop…well, we'll find out pretty soon, won't we?
I like Willie Randolph. He said the extent of his pre-Game Six pep talk was to go over travel plans for Detroit. Nice. Willie's [...]
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Greg Prince on 19 October 2006 7:15 pm
We’re all tired. But c’mon Mr. Met. Once more, with feeling…
(As ever, thanks Zed.)
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Greg Prince on 19 October 2006 12:57 pm
As we endeavor to complete our 62nd two-game winning streak — and execute our 104th one-game winning streak — of 2006, I think I've finally figured out the deal with this team, specifically why every win has us staking out prime viewing spots on Lower Broadway and every loss has us dissecting traffic patterns on [...]
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Greg Prince on 19 October 2006 12:57 pm
As we endeavor to complete our 62nd two-game winning streak — and execute our 104th one-game winning streak — of 2006, I think I've finally figured out the deal with this team, specifically why every win has us staking out prime viewing spots on Lower Broadway and every loss has us dissecting traffic patterns on [...]
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Jason Fry on 19 October 2006 6:04 am
Wow.
It's possible I've never been so tired.
The email came this morning: Two tickets for tonight's game. $150 each. By the time it got to me it was a decent-length chain of emails, no guarantee the tickets were even still around. And then there was that shocking price tag.
But still.
Emily said she thought I should go. [...]
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Jason Fry on 19 October 2006 6:04 am
Wow.
It's possible I've never been so tired.
The email came this morning: Two tickets for tonight's game. $150 each. By the time it got to me it was a decent-length chain of emails, no guarantee the tickets were even still around. And then there was that shocking price tag.
But still.
Emily said she thought I should go. [...]