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Last night was our last game at Fenway for the season; it feels like just yesterday we were freezing in April excitement, the year not yet lost, layers and layers and layers. Ending the season before toques and scarves seems strange, foreign somehow, like autumn should give us a big cold snap just to fare the season farewell. (It was a wonderful last game: Rich Hill's first CGO since 2006, an amazing Mookie Betts catch to end things, the kids exciting and fun. A new Xander Bogaerts t-shirt in my bag and an ice cream cone for the walk home. "I need to think something lasts forever, and it might as well be that state of being that is a game; it might as well be that, in a green field, in the sun.")
Tonight the Mets clinched a playoff spot, which is magical and lovely and.
luna's 1986 t-shirt (see through and ripped, well loved) will get some use into October. (My only Mets gear is an ill-fitting I Like Ike tee. I used to have a plain blue t-shirt with a tiny orange logo, but I can't find it anywhere. My closet is a mess. My life is.) (I'm not ready for baseball season to end. Dusty cleats and grass stains, chalk lines and a botched call on a foul tip.)
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Tonight the Mets clinched a playoff spot, which is magical and lovely and.
luna's 1986 t-shirt (see through and ripped, well loved) will get some use into October. (My only Mets gear is an ill-fitting I Like Ike tee. I used to have a plain blue t-shirt with a tiny orange logo, but I can't find it anywhere. My closet is a mess. My life is.) (I'm not ready for baseball season to end. Dusty cleats and grass stains, chalk lines and a botched call on a foul tip.)
This entry also lives at Dreamwidth. Comment here, comment there, comment anywhere. I'm partial to Pony Express.