Larry Loves NYC

Is it just me, or was that game about ten minutes long? I had such a great time watching it, it was over too soon! But I certainly appreciated Huddy’s quick innings — he has truly blown me away so far this season. I was one of Huddy’s biggest detractors last year, and it’s so nice to finally be able to like him. I probably said “Huddy, who are you, I love you!” about eight hundred times last night.

Could that game have been any better? Chipper’s first-pitch homer, Huddy snapping David Wright’s hit streak (I was praying that would happen, even though I like Wright — it just had to be us who killed it dead, it was too perfect), Frenchy walking in a run, baby pictures of Heap (including that one with full-grown Smoltz, oh my LORD), Rent calling out a Mets fan who was fucking around with a laser pen (nice confidence in your team there, and 1995 called, it wants its lame prank back), Smoltz bullying Orr in the dugout, and Frenchy bragging that he has not been eating fruits and vegetables as his doctor ordered — man. I enjoyed the hell out of every minute.

Sic ’em, Chuckie! Kick ’em when they’re down!



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