I went over to my phone, shut off the alarm, and brought up the weather page again hoping that Joe Fury had changed his mind about what dastardly storm was going to come up on us that evening. He hadn't. Still rain and lots of it until the late evening. I trudged into work not a very happy camper.
Typically, when I have to wake up at the ungodly hour of 4:00 AM it means that I'm in to work at 5:00 AM and am essentially there to make sure everything is working as intended and to prep for the day. No one else usually comes in until 9:00 AM, so I get 4 hours alone... which is super good for me as I work much better without anyone bothering me. However, Thursday happened to be the first day of the Master's Tournament, which everyone makes a huge fuss about because it's on our air, so I was joined by many the coworker by 6:00 AM.
This put me in even a worse mood, for no other reason than I simply had work to do.
I was supposed to be leaving work, picking up my girlfriend, and heading to New York to catch the Mets and the Braves. I checked Joe Fury's page again: "Gale Warning: Expect high winds with 1 to 2 inches of rain throughout the afternoon." Blah. I went to look up alternative ideas for the evening and came up with (what I thought was) a pretty good one. Start the drive to New York and if the game is cancelled stop at a brewery in Stratford, CT called Two Roads and poke around there for the evening.
Around 2:00 PM I got out of work and started the trek down to Queens. The drive was a nightmare. If you've ever driven around the New York metropolitan area, you'll know the roads are terrible mostly because there's never a good time to work on them (they're always busy). Driving those roads after 2 inches of rain was... interesting? I now know that I take highway storm drains for granted. The old New York thruways are properly crowned to assist in the drainage of water however, there exist no actual storm drains because the roads are so narrow.
The drive that ensued was straight out of Looney Tunes. There was so much water built up in the medians that one could really not effectively drive in the left-most lane. The center lane was used for most of the travel, but because it was slow, there were inevitably dare-devil cars and trucks that decided the left lane would be faster. When they did this, there was so much sitting water that it would spray up and over the median into oncoming traffic. One of the most dangerous driving situations I've ever been apart of.
During the drive, we were monitoring Twitter to make sure the game hadn't been cancelled. We got to Citi Field around 5:00 PM just as the rain started to let up. We walked around the stadium for a bit and headed towards our seats on the 3rd base line. We were pretty early (hoping to catch some BP) so we were able to get right up on the railing and watch the grounds crew do their thing. Almost no players were on the field up until right before first pitch (I have no idea how they warmed up).
The only player we did see was doing a walk-around probably coming from a bullpen session. He stopped by the third base line where we were standing and signed some autographs and took some pictures. I was absolutely thrilled to get one with him.
My guy, Julio Teheran.
This instantly became my favorite baseball game I've ever attended... and the game hadn't even started yet. The game itself was actually well worth attending. We got to see Kemp hit two bombs, and some pretty good pitching on both sides.
Dansby Swanson was by far the most disappointing part of the game. Not only was he far too arrogant for not doing all that much in the bigs yet, but he also was flat out awful. As a shortstop, he gave up on two balls that were certainly within a typical fielder's range, and made a real bad throwing error on a routine double play ball that directly led to a run. He also came up in the 8th with the bases loaded and Braves mounting a comeback, and proceeded to strike out. Not good... not good at all.
Naturally, the vast majority are purple.