Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Happy Recap

Yesterday, about 7:30 a.m., a diehard co-worker of mine and I were sitting in our office, talking about the sweep and the resultant prospect of clinching at home.

"Wonder if tickets are even available anymore," I mused, after reading sales had exceeded 40,000 minutes after the Bucs swept us aside Sunday afternoon, and the Phils did the same to the Astros.

We exchanged a brief glance. He logged onto mets.com and ten minutes later, we were planning our excuses to blow out of the office early with our freshly printed loge tickets.

After a lengthy drive, Metro North train ride, and 7 Train (Express, praise be to Allah) journey, we sat in our seats, all too aware of the pain and sleep deprivation we would be feeling the next day, but thrilled to be there regardless.

Thanks to Jose, Jose, Jose, Jose Valentin and Steve Trachsel, our greatest hope for the day was realized about 9:40 p.m., and total bedlam ensued. Complete strangers joyfully embraced, high-fived each other and danced like no one was watching as the boys celebrated in the locker room and, later, took the festivities back out onto the field with the fans.

The chants and cheers continued down the aisles, onto the exit ramps, and into the streets and subway platforms, with 18 years of waiting unleashed in minutes.

We did it.

BBPOTS Player of the Game: Jose Valentin

Professor Reyes' Spanish Lesson: "Me gusta comer" = "I would like to eat"

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