After a week without Keith, it was good to be able to hear him singing "what a difference a day makes" after David Wright got his third hit of the night.
Oh, wait, that was Gary Cohen. What in the name of Lindsey Nelson is going on here?
Keith's obviously picked up a cold since I heard him last; there were moments where his voice cracked so much I thought he was going through some mid-life puberty. That didn't stop this gem in the top of the first after David Wright had gotten a single:
Keith: "Athletes are fragile, including me."
Gary: "I never thought you were fragile."
Keith: "Oh trust me, I was. I was the biggest worry wort there was. I'm serious...partner."
Gary: "It seems you pulled yourself up by the bootstraps mighty well."
Keith: "That was a nice pitch there, as I change the subject." (laughs)
Ah, now everything seems like it's back to normal. Oh, and we found out Keith has a toy parrot that spews out curse words.
D.C. Tales: So my bi-annual trek to RFK to see the Mets play the Nationals was a great time. Alas, I missed a good chunk of Friday night's game because my damn flight got delayed to due to the storms moving up the Eastern seaboard. But Friday and Sunday's games were excellent overall--except for the Friday night loss. There was a huge pack of Mets fans at both games and the chants of "Let's Go Mets" kept popping up. On Sunday's game the scoreboard flashed "Let's Go Nats," and I heard people yelling "Mets" trying to drowning it out.
Two more things: One, RFK is the only stadium that makes Shea look a little bit better (my Sunday seat was wooden and had paint peeling off of it) and two, they also play "Sweet Caroline" in between innings, so I guess the Boston cliche has spread everywhere.
Many thanks to my friend (and Zisk contributor) Dr. Nancy Golden for setting up the tickets and allowing me to drink for 12 hours straight on Saturday in Baltimore.