Turn the game off, Dave

My cousin Dave is one of my most loyal readers... and often I take his suggestions for a topic or two for the blog.

He is a loyal and dedicated Mets fan. He remembers 1969, 1973 and would remind me of 1986.

He's the real deal when it comes to Mets fans.

It's been a rough year for Dave and he admits that the only worthwhile event at CitiField in its first season has been the Paul McCartney concert. He's a Beatles fan too... although more of a George guy. (There's little chance of George playing a concert this year. But then again with all of the Hinduism that he practiced, if anyone can come back to do a concert, it would be George!)

As I am wrapping up work here, I looked over onto my Yahoo Sports ticker. The Mets were down 8-0 in the second inning.

Dave, I really hope you aren't watching the game. Turn it off. Go to your wife and two beautiful children. Watch the sun set over the Connecticut sky.

It set on the Mets long ago this season.

And if you MUST watch something... then LITERALLY watch Something

Welcome to CitiField... home of the Mets and shrine to the Dodgers

Seriously Dodgers… the taxpayers of New York paid good money to build this shrine to the Dodgers past. Hope you feel at home.

New Yorkers have such warm and fuzzy feelings for the Dodgers that it is kind of sad. There are many people in Brooklyn who still wear Dodger caps and the Cyclone logo is designed to resemble to old Brooklyn caps.

In 2007 I wrote about how insane the design of CitiField was. It is a shrine to a team that ripped the heart out of Brooklyn and ignores the history of the team that has to actually play there.

I had equated the Mets with a husband who pines for his hot ex girlfriend while ignoring his plain Jane but loyal wife.

I think it might be even more pathetic than that.

I think the Mets are kind of like Philip Seymour Hoffman’s character in Boogie Nights and the Dodgers are Dirk Diggler.

Remember when he bought the Transam because he wanted to impress Dirk Diggler and Dirk doesn’t care at all?

That’s what’s happening here.

The Dodgers will be looking at the stadium, not really caring, then the Mets would awkwardly butt in and say “Can I kiss you on the mouth?”

And after the awkward exchange, the Dodgers remain cool but the Mets sit outside, crying and muttering I'm a fuggin' idiot. I'm a fuggin' idiot. Fuggin' idiot, fuggin' idiot, fuggin' idiot.

Trust me… that analogy makes sense!

Not exactly a dramatic opening

I'm sure when the Mets dreamed of opening their new park, they had many scenarios in their mind for a memorable first game.

How low would "Losing on a Balk" rank?

I suppose it is better than say a race riot.

My friend Poppi Kramer was there. I hope she didn't pay too much for her tickets. I have a feeling she won't be saying "Man... that Balk was Amazin'!"