STEP RIGHT UP, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS!!
IT’S THE GR-R-R-R-R-EATEST SHOW ON EARTH!!
Although many fans were anxious to show up to make a scene, so far, booing and cat-calls, seem to be about all that have taken place to welcome Bonds to Shea. He has, as expected, been booed at every plate appearance and when any ball comes his way in the field. So far nothing has been thrown at him or onto the field.
But other than that, Number 25 has not been much of a spectacle, I must say.
There was the initial eye-catching WARM-UP ACT on Friday night in the appearance by one of the notorious high-flying, er, high fly BALL-hitting MOLINA BROTHERS starting things off promptly in the First Inning with a home run right over Endy’s head.
But no. Those were really side attractions.
I just returned from the Florida portion of the Mets’ road trip, having attended all three games at Dolphin Stadium, and I can vouch for the fact that those fish-lovers are die-hards. Many of them were there until the bitter end of each and every game and any infinitessimal bit of hopeful offense begat the sing-song chanting "IT’S not O- ver!"
But, as we all know, it was indeed over for the Marlins.
Thanks to a few SNY clips that I’ve seen thanks to fellow MLB Mets blogger Zoe, I can tell that the fish fry was just as much fun on the big screen as it was in person.
Besides the obvious great news of three more in the wins column and the good feeling only a sweep can bring, maybe the next best thing about the weekend was the return of El Duque. How great was he on Friday night?
Although the wins were great and there were some very special feel-good plays–Delgado’s two-home run Saturday comes to mind–I have to admit that the Mets made me nervous on many occasions this weekend with some sloppy playing that is uncharacteristic of them.
Fortunately, it did not come back to haunt them. Maybe it was those hungry, relentless Marlins fans, but it just kinda spooked me. "C’mon guys," I wanted to say, "this is not your best effort here." [Sounds like a parent, doesn’t it?!]
Maybe they were just distracted.
My husband pointed out that the Mermaids–the Marlins cheerleaders–do their "cheering", i.e., dancing, strutting, bumping-and-grinding–right in front of the visiting team dugout . He speculated that this might be intentional, keeping the opposing team in such a constant state of arousal as to be unable to concentrate on the game.
Not being able to observe our guys in the dugout–our seats on Friday and Sunday were behind home plate and behind third base on Saturday–I couldn’t gauge the players’ reactions to the scantily clad Mermaids, but whatever their take on the proceedings, the box scores came out in their favor.
My family and I spent Memorial Day weekend with the Mets and Marlins at Dolphin Stadium two years ago and I first encountered the Mermaids at that time, so I was already acquainted with them. I thought at the time, "There is no CHEERLEADING in BASEBALL!" And time has not changed my opinion.
Secondly, my husband is, thankfully, not the type to ogle women…in front of me or otherwise. So that’s really a non-issue for me. It’s nice, I must tell you.
But, for heaven’s sake, if the Marlins want to have cheerleaders for the team, why don’t they utilize them AS cheerleaders for the TEAM?! In conjunction with the game?!
All these girls do, it seems, is stand around forlornly,waiting for someone, anyone, who would like to have their photo taken with one or two of them for a souvenir to take home (It’s kind of pathetic, actually.) and do dance routines prior to the game and in between innings. I think the Marlins’ website also mentions them showing up at some fund-raising events or something.
But as far as the actual games themselves, the Mermaids do not participate in any appreciable way nor make any contribution toward stirring up the crowd in reaction to the game itself.
They do not stir up the crowd prior to the game or during exciting offensive moments. They do not lead chants or cheers. They do not lead cheers after homeruns. They do not cheer when the line-up is announced or when the team runs on to the field.
They seem to have absolutely NOTHING to do with the Marlins ballteam itself other than having its logo emblazened in glitter across their chests, printed on their thigh-high boots, and embroidered on their skimpy halter tops.
I daresay you could take one of these gals aside and she wouldn’t be able to give you the evening’s line-up.
I say, sweep out those useless mermaids with all the dead fish!!
…O- RANGE and the BLUE!!
Yes, yes, I know: we’ve gone on to more pressing matters.
The boys are now in Atlanta with all of the challenges that that always presents, but I hope, before they made their way down south they got a look at this beautiful sight at least once.
Believe me, I’m not the kinda person to kick a man (or a team) when they’re down, but ya gotta admit:
Isn’t it nice for once to be the New York team that has that little bit of SPRING in our step?!!
I did, however, delight in the particular rhythm created–especially on Sunday when there were so MANY Yankee fans there–when the Yankee chant would get started and grow enough to be audible,
"LET’S GO YAN- KEES!"
which was followed, without missing a beat–in rhythm and with more volume and intensity by,
"YAN- KEES S*%K!!"
I have to wonder, in retrospect, if the Yankees have the Mets fans–with all their booing–to thank for waking up their bats… what with their winning the last game at Shea and then the first game against the Red Sox at Yankee Stadium.
I certainly wouldn’t want to feel personally responsible.
I know there’s "no crying in baseball", but is there GUILT in baseball?
Well, there’s this, though: even if the Yankees’ offense "woke up", at least David Wright’s bat woke up too!! How about those HOMERS??!
Ahhh! A beautiful, warm, sunny Sunday in New York and my beloved Mets are in town. After waking up to a wonderful breakfast presented to me by my loving husband and daughter, I look forward to getting dressed in my Mets jersey…er, nope. Today is one of those long Sundays at Carnegie Hall for me: a rehearsal with the MET Orchestra from 11 until 1:30 (if we’re lucky), followed by the concert conducted by Maestro James Levine at 3.
Game time is 1:10. Dammit.
Well, at least Levine let us out of the rehearsal at 1:40. There’s time for lunch before the concert. And I’m already dressed in my concert black. So where, my husband and daughter who have met me at the Carnegie Hall Stage Door want to know, would I like for them to take me for a nice Mother’s Day lunch?? (This, after first updating me on the score of the game, of course.)
Said establishment had a huge canvas banner proclaiming that one could watch every Major League game there on 35 TVs, and it wasn’t false advertising. Although our waitress initially had to get her manager to change the channel on our table’s own personal TV from the channel it was on (NASCAR coverage) to the SportsNY channel, in no time at all our orders were in to the kitchen and we were immersed in the game (and oblivious to the "scenery".
I doubt there are many moms that would make that particular request for a Mother’s Day lunch, but it was PERFECT!! We enjoyed our salads and burgers and witnessed amazing catches by both Endy Chavez in Left Field and newcomer Carlos Gomez in Right Field before having to pay our tab and return for the downbeat at 3PM.
The Internet browser on my phone kept me up-to-date during the intermission of the concert with the rest of the good news that followed after we left the television coverage and I went onstage with the rest of the orchestra to play some Carter, Mozart, and Mendelssohn for the afternoon.
A good Mother’s Day for me and a good day for the Mets against the Brew Crew! Bring on the Cubbies!