I'm sure most of you saw this on Metsblog, but for those that didn't, here is Shea Stadium's last stand earlier today:
I know the dream is coming. It may not be tonight ... it may not be tomorrow ... it may not be until next winter. But the dream is coming. It'll be the one where I'm in Shea Stadium, and Darryl Strawberry is trying to bat in the bottom of the ninth, down by three with the bases loaded against Todd Worrell through a driving rainstorm when the umps finally pull the tarp on the field. And we'll all have to go to the ramps to wait out the rain. Except that all of a sudden I'll look around, and the ramp that I'm on is one of the ramps in the above video, and the rest of the stadium will magically disappear, replaced by rubble. And I'm all alone watching the welder below slice open the piece of metal which sends the whole thing down. And I'll be grabbing on to the side for dear life but it's no use, because I'm going down with that last piece of rubble.
And when I emerge from the pile, the welder takes off his mask revealing himself to be Bobby Bonilla. And he's laughing at me.
Cue the cold sweat.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
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Weird -- I am expecting a similar dream, but in the end it is Chipper Jones who cuts down the support beam beneath me...
Nah, I see Larry in the dream rummaging through the rubble, searching for a steel beam to use for Shea's new treehouse.
Good riddance. The place was a dump. The new park will be a breath of fresh air for a blighted area.
We're STILL paying Bobby Bo', right? he might as well be doing something productive.
Your boy Jose Reyes made the MLB Speed Demons Team: http://morehardball.blogspot.com/2009/02/speed-demons-all-stolen-base-team.html
In my dream, it's Marvelous Marv T...he lifts up his mask and says, "oh...I thought this was the Polo Grounds!"
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