I decided to skip yesterday’s Mets game because I figured there’d be 50,000 people there. Was I crazy? Here’s what I was thinking:
–NL East rival Atlanta Braves
–Tim Hudson’s return from the DL
–“Take HER out to the Ballgame” promotion
So much for my prediction. The attendance was only 36,078, which is still a lot for Shea, but that makes me an idiot. I passed up a perfectly good game so I could stay home and catch up on e-mails.
Whatever. Three games in three days would’ve been a lot. Back in high school, I used to go to EVERY game, day after day, week after week, but I can’t do that anymore. I have too much other stuff going on, and even if I didn’t, I’d still attend just two or three games per week. My obsession isn’t what it used to be. Twelve years ago, I got so upset whenever I missed a game at Shea or Yankee that I couldn’t bear to watch it on TV. Now, I enjoy staying home and watching. In fact, I recently rearranged my furniture so I can watch AND answer e-mails at the same time.
Right now, it’s 6:16am. I’d like to go to sleep, but I’m not really that tired. Regardless of when I get into bed, I’m setting my alarm for 1:09pm so I have a minute to yawn and wipe the crust out of my eyes before Pedro throws his first pitch. Twelve years ago, I would’ve been there for it. Day game after a night game? Why not. No batting practice? No problem. I would’ve found a way to get a couple of balls, and that would’ve been fine. Nowadays, I won’t settle for anything less than four–and even that isn’t great. I choose my games wisely. No weekends. No afternoons. No subway series. No Red Sox-Yankees. No Cap Night. No oldtimers day.
This, in part, is why I’m averaging 6.7 balls per game.