In spite of spending his whole life in California and Massachusetts, Matt is somehow a Falcons fan. Whenever the Falcons play, Matt wears a Falcons jersey for good luck.
On a recent Sunday that the Falcons played, we were on the Pike exiting in Cambridge, and Matt got smack talked by the tollbooth worker! He said something about his fantasy team and that he hoped the Falcons would lose.Filed under Greater Boston (General) | Comment (0)
My dad has a powerful jinx. The Mets have lost every game he’s been to over the last 20 years. At Shea, in Philly, in San Francisco…if my dad’s in the stands, the Mets can’t seem to win. The last time my dad saw the Mets win was in 1984 when I was a wee one. I don’t remember much of the game, but I do remember sitting at Shea eating green grapes.
I’ve seen the Mets win once since 1984; it was around 1998 at Candlestick Park in San Francisco. I feel almost as anti-Giants as I do anti-Yankees (my anti-Yankees feelings makes me pro-Red Sox…my Mets and Red Sox fandom doesn’t interfere very often so it works out), so it was exciting for me to see the Mets win.
On Tuesday, I went with my parents, cousins, and uncle to see one last game at Shea. I hadn’t been to Shea in over 10 years so I thought it was a nice idea to give it a final farewell.
Until the 9th inning, it looked like my dad’s jinx would be a thing of the past! Unfortunately, it wasn’t so. (It’s too heartbreaking to write out what happened!) Why must the Mets toy with the hearts of its fans?
Anyway, I’m glad to see the Mets have won their games since that heart-wrenching game, but it would have been nice to see them win since it was probably my last opportunity to see them at Shea!
Good-bye, Shea!!! I don’t know how they’re going to change the lyrics to “Meet the Mets” because Citi doesn’t rhyme with Shea.
My dad and I
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My cousins and I
Last night Matt sprained his ankle really badly and we thought it was broken (yes, that’s right, we both have foot injuries), so I took him to Newton-Wellesley Hospital. The Celtics game was on the TVs in there, and it really felt almost like I was in a sports bar as opposed to an emergency room waiting room. People in pain were discussing the game, wheeling over in wheelchairs to see the screen, asking the score.Filed under Greater Boston (General) | Comment (0)