Take a Picture, It Lasts Longer

At yesterday's Mets game, Youthlarge and I were treated to quite a strange scene that involved a family - or so we theorize that there is a familial relation. A mom, a mute dad, and a loving 14 year old man-child of a boy. At last week's game the tubby awkward boy couldn’t get enough food. He got up every half inning it seemed to get more grub. He even ate his ice cream so quickly that he still had time to finish half of his mother’s.

So we were excited to see how much food he would eat this time – not much. But we were treated to so much more.

To start, let me state that the boy really likes his mom. And I mean, he really likes his mom. He spent the entire game snuggling up close to her and whispering what seemed to be sweet nothings in her ear or was he nibbling on her earlobe? He couldn’t resist gently running his fingers through his mom’s hair for the entire game! And the mom loved it. She snuggled right up to the man-child tenderly. The dad sat in silence at the end of the row minding his own business watching the game.


Look, he's twirling his mom's hair!

The people behind us kept up a running commentary, “I think he’s flirting now.” “Why don’t they just get a room?” “Ohmigod! I think we need to request new seats from the Mets because I feel sick.” The two guys to their right didn’t notice until the 7th inning and it was so much fun to watch their faces as they discovered the Oedipal joys of their row mates.

When the two guys left, the boy excitedly got up from his seat so he could move to his mom’s right and not have to sit next to his dad, the wet blanket cockblocker. Not that the father was even doing anything to halt the proceedings. At one point, the son got up and disgustedly shooed his father out of the way so he could scoot by. I don’t think either the mom or the son ever spoke to the dad. What an odd family.

The Mets are on the road this week and I've already sold my June 4th tickets but I'll keep the Listmaker faithful posted as to their June 11 tryst.


Darling, you know what I like.

The other thing of note was that I mentioned to SHR a popular t-shirt with Yankees’ fans in 1977 that read “Fisk Eats Rice.” She immediately came up with a few others:

For Red Sox teammates for a brief time in the 80's - Dwight Evans and Sam Horn:
Dewey Blows Horn

For Detroit stalwarts Alan Trammell and Chet Lemon:
Trammell Sucks Lemon

For star player and grumpy manager of the '89 Yankees - Don Mattingly and Dallas Green:
Donnie Does Dallas

This is the kind of game that could go on forever. Feel free to suggest your own T-shirt suggestions.