Living in New York has certain perks — one of them being that we have both a National and American League baseball team at our disposal. And so taking advantage of this situation, Beth and I like to make an annual trip out to Shea and watch the local National League franchise play (and hopefully lose to) our favorite Cubbies. This year would be no exception but unfortunately, there would be only one New York based series and of that series, we had only made plans to attend one game. And that game was tonight.

No discussion being complete without talking about the weather, things started off with iffy reports of all night thunderstorms. Then Pete, our good friend and perennial baseball comrade who was kind enough to be sharing these tickets with us, had to pull out at the last minute leaving Beth and I to go it alone. As I am sure you have already guessed, our arrival at Shea stadium was celebrated by an indefinite rain delay. We decided to stick it out for a while but, after sitting for an hour in torrential rain as I stuffed my gut with hot dogs and beer, we'd had enough. We weren't going to see our Cubbies play first hand this year after all but hey, we're used to disappointment. The game eventually started 3 hours late and the Cubs did manage to lose to the Mets (1-8), but we were already asleep.