I don't have much time.
Johan Santana gave up 7 runs in 4 2/3 innings on Friday. The bullpen held it together and gave up only one run in the rest of the game. The Mets were down 8-3 in the 8th, 8-4 in the ninth and then...
Kirk Nieuwenhuis was called out on a check swing. It wasn't a swing. Jordanny Valdespin hit a homerun after him. 8-5, 1 out. Ruben Tejada walked. Daniel Murphy, pinch hitting, walked. David Wright, walked. Bases loaded, one out, tying run on first. Ike Davis, pinch hitting, hit a two-run single. Lucas Duda connected up the middle and...
Carlos Marmol stuck out his glove and got really lucky catching Duda's would-have-been game-tying hit. He threw to first to double up Davis, who was off on contact (naturally). The game was over, and the Mets lost 8-7.
Now, if Nieuwenhuis wasn't called on that bullshit non-swing, he'd've been on base when Valdespin hit that home run. Davis would have tied the game, and Wright would have been the winning run. Even if it were for that lucky double play, Justin Turner was on deck, and he was 4-for-4 that evening.
I mean, it didn't even have to come to that. Santana giving up seven runs in 4.2 innings? Turner getting caught stealing in what would have been a little rally? If any of those things didn't happen, the Mets would have won. FUCK. There goes my winning streak. :(
So I was driving along somewhere, and I needed to make a left turn, so I started to move over into the left lane and sideswiped someone. :| I didn't see him at all; he was in my blind spot when I was looking back. Es said he sped up instead of slowing down when I was trying to move over, which is his fault. I don't know, I didn't fucking see him. XD
Don't worry: I'm okay. Es was in the car with me, but she was all right, since the collision happened on my side. Their passengers and driver were all okay. The cars both suffered a bit -- some paneling and Matt said the steering column is funny (it felt fine to me, since I had to parallel park) -- but it's all stuff that's, y'know, fixable. I felt so horrible (I still do), even though there was nothing I could do.
That's not even the shit of it. I called my dad immediately, because I was driving his car (the Kia, not the new one, lol). He was very reassuring, but he told me to call my mom so she could call AAA, so they could come tow me home (the bumper -- which was already in a sorry state -- was half-off, and the car could drive, but I wasn't about to have it scraping along the ground). Mom called back and said AAA couldn't come get me because it was an accident (then what are we paying for?!), and I had to call the police.
We didn't want to call the police because the damage wasn't so bad and no one wanted their insurance to go way up for what was, essentially, overgrown scrapes, and the other dudes already left (we exchanged info, though). But now I had to call the police and tell them what happened when they got there. FUCK. Okay, so I called the police -- and I knew the 107 wasn't terribly far, but I didn't know exactly where. Still, it shouldn't have taken them long -- and started to wait. ... And wait. And wait. AND WAIT. We saw a police car pass by, but there are different units for different things, and that cruiser was in the left lane and didn't even slow down. We were waiting for more than an hour before -- after lots of phone calls -- Matt and Jaz came and picked us up. Matt knocked the bumper in place and Jaz took me and Es back in the truck, and we slowly drove back home.
The police NEVER. SHOWED. UP. Wait, it gets better.
Es and I were out getting some things, and we obviously weren't done, so we went back out in her car. We stopped to get ice cream, and while we were paying, we noticed some people parked outside getting parking tickets. :( They were parked in the bus stop, sure, and that's wrong, but they got to the ice cream shop after us, so they couldn't have been parked there more than ten minutes. And guess which precinct was writing them the tickets. Yeah, just go on and guess.
The 1-0-fucking-7. The SAME precinct that was supposed to respond to my auto collision. What the fuck. Cue my being extremely angry. ... And then pretty guilty and upset with myself for the rest of the evening, and probably the next couple of days, too afraid to go anywhere near a car (Es has assured me this is normal and I'll get over it soon but still. lskdjlfsjldfkjsd)
I haven't had proper internet since Saturday evening. The router, essentially, quit working entirely sometime Saturday night. Wired internet is fine, wireless isn't. I'm plugged into the modem directly but this is neither a comfortable nor a convenient spot, and only until Es finished watching Drop Dead Diva, which ends in 20 minutes. So yeah, fuck everything about today.
Kirk Nieuwenhuis was called out on a check swing. It wasn't a swing. Jordanny Valdespin hit a homerun after him. 8-5, 1 out. Ruben Tejada walked. Daniel Murphy, pinch hitting, walked. David Wright, walked. Bases loaded, one out, tying run on first. Ike Davis, pinch hitting, hit a two-run single. Lucas Duda connected up the middle and...
Carlos Marmol stuck out his glove and got really lucky catching Duda's would-have-been game-tying hit. He threw to first to double up Davis, who was off on contact (naturally). The game was over, and the Mets lost 8-7.
Now, if Nieuwenhuis wasn't called on that bullshit non-swing, he'd've been on base when Valdespin hit that home run. Davis would have tied the game, and Wright would have been the winning run. Even if it were for that lucky double play, Justin Turner was on deck, and he was 4-for-4 that evening.
I mean, it didn't even have to come to that. Santana giving up seven runs in 4.2 innings? Turner getting caught stealing in what would have been a little rally? If any of those things didn't happen, the Mets would have won. FUCK. There goes my winning streak. :(
So I was driving along somewhere, and I needed to make a left turn, so I started to move over into the left lane and sideswiped someone. :| I didn't see him at all; he was in my blind spot when I was looking back. Es said he sped up instead of slowing down when I was trying to move over, which is his fault. I don't know, I didn't fucking see him. XD
Don't worry: I'm okay. Es was in the car with me, but she was all right, since the collision happened on my side. Their passengers and driver were all okay. The cars both suffered a bit -- some paneling and Matt said the steering column is funny (it felt fine to me, since I had to parallel park) -- but it's all stuff that's, y'know, fixable. I felt so horrible (I still do), even though there was nothing I could do.
That's not even the shit of it. I called my dad immediately, because I was driving his car (the Kia, not the new one, lol). He was very reassuring, but he told me to call my mom so she could call AAA, so they could come tow me home (the bumper -- which was already in a sorry state -- was half-off, and the car could drive, but I wasn't about to have it scraping along the ground). Mom called back and said AAA couldn't come get me because it was an accident (then what are we paying for?!), and I had to call the police.
We didn't want to call the police because the damage wasn't so bad and no one wanted their insurance to go way up for what was, essentially, overgrown scrapes, and the other dudes already left (we exchanged info, though). But now I had to call the police and tell them what happened when they got there. FUCK. Okay, so I called the police -- and I knew the 107 wasn't terribly far, but I didn't know exactly where. Still, it shouldn't have taken them long -- and started to wait. ... And wait. And wait. AND WAIT. We saw a police car pass by, but there are different units for different things, and that cruiser was in the left lane and didn't even slow down. We were waiting for more than an hour before -- after lots of phone calls -- Matt and Jaz came and picked us up. Matt knocked the bumper in place and Jaz took me and Es back in the truck, and we slowly drove back home.
The police NEVER. SHOWED. UP. Wait, it gets better.
Es and I were out getting some things, and we obviously weren't done, so we went back out in her car. We stopped to get ice cream, and while we were paying, we noticed some people parked outside getting parking tickets. :( They were parked in the bus stop, sure, and that's wrong, but they got to the ice cream shop after us, so they couldn't have been parked there more than ten minutes. And guess which precinct was writing them the tickets. Yeah, just go on and guess.
The 1-0-fucking-7. The SAME precinct that was supposed to respond to my auto collision. What the fuck. Cue my being extremely angry. ... And then pretty guilty and upset with myself for the rest of the evening, and probably the next couple of days, too afraid to go anywhere near a car (Es has assured me this is normal and I'll get over it soon but still. lskdjlfsjldfkjsd)
I haven't had proper internet since Saturday evening. The router, essentially, quit working entirely sometime Saturday night. Wired internet is fine, wireless isn't. I'm plugged into the modem directly but this is neither a comfortable nor a convenient spot, and only until Es finished watching Drop Dead Diva, which ends in 20 minutes. So yeah, fuck everything about today.