I meant to write a post about the Mets clinching the NL East last night. Pretty cool. I lost the playoff ticket lottery, unfortunately. Didn't get to watch the game last night, but I watched the post-game celebration on MLB.TV this morning and it was really awesome. A friend I had lunch with today was at the game and said the crowd was really into it, really loud. The clinching celebrations always seem to look exactly the same. Lots of champagne poured on top of people's heads, people being interviewed getting surprised by champagne being poured on their heads, reporters getting ambushed by champagne being poured on their heads, and lots of interviews about how this team is special because everyone is so close in the clubhouse, chemistry is amazing, every player has really contributed, they have a hunger to win more than any other team, everyone is selfless, humble, and just trying to "stay within themselves," whatever that means. Never anything about having more talent than the competition, or even about being luckier than the competition, or about the unbalanced schedule. "We probably don't really deserve to be here, but sometimes you just get lucky, and we're hoping our luck continues through the postseason." I guess it would take the wind out of the celebration to hear something like that.
In any case, of course none of this applies to the Mets, since obviously they're not only more talented than their competition, but are also better people, who like each other more, and want to win more than anyone else. Of course.
Voice Inside My Head: They can't read your mind.
Other Voice Inside My Head: What do you mean?
Voice Inside My Head: You know exactly what I mean. Not everyone's going to realize that this post is a clumsy attempt to get someone to think of you if they happen to find themselves with an extra playoff ticket and think you'd be a pleasant companion.
Other Voice Inside My Head: Which I am.
Voice Inside My Head: Of course you are. But not everyone is going to realize that's what you're hoping for. And they're definitely not going to know you'd (obviously) be happy to pay a small premium over the ticket price, plus a signed book and even the chance to have your name mentioned somewhere in a future book (if you get so lucky as to write one), and whatever else you could possibly offer, to anyone who could help make that happen.
Other Voice Inside My Head: No, no, my readers are smart. They know all that.
Voice Inside My Head: Even if your readers are smart, they can't read your mind.
Other Voice Inside My Head: No, they can. You'll see.
Voice Inside My Head: Sure I will. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Other Voice Inside My Head: What are you screaming about? What happened?
Voice Inside My Head: Brain freeze from my Jabana Juice smoothie.
Other Voice Inside My Head: You mean Jamba Juice?
Voice Inside My Head: Do you even READ my posts???