Passed on a game for which a ticket awaited me…the weather, of course. I felt pretty bad about it once they started playing and it calmed down where I was. Somehow I managed not to fully realize just how stormed the greater Metropolitan area was getting while I was fretting, particularly in the general vicinity of the railroad tracks I depend on to whisk me toward Citi Field.
Now I see sometimes missing a Mets game isn’t the worst idea in the world. (And from the looks of things, it appears the vast majority of 42,000 seats would agree.)
So I do have enough sense to come in out of the rain and everything else, even if a series-sweeping victory got swept away from my view.
Oh well, that’s what they have TV and common sense for.
Mets making good for those with tickets in hand and similar life-over-death priorities, even if it meant missing the Pirates walking their fourth consecutive plank.