Baseball weekend

We (she proudly writes) have a minor league team in Brooklyn since 2001, the Brooklyn Cyclones an affiliate of the Mets. The stadium is in Coney Island, right on the ocean. We went to a game Fri night (there are fireworks every Friday night in the summer) with Barbara and her friend Robin. It was muggy but not too hot and there was a full moon. It was a great night but a dull game, scoreless until the 10th when the Vermont Lake Monsters ( I'm not making up that name) scored a run. Then the Cyclones 2nd baseman came up to bat and was hit with a pitch. As he was writhing on the ground in agony, the fireworks commenced and continued till they bandaged him and took him away on a stretcher. Kinda put a damper on the pyrotechnics. The was no mention of him in the paper so I guess he's OK.
As serendipity would have it, we were given 4 tickets for the Met game on Sun afternoon. We asked Jeanette and Lew to come too, then drove to them in Queens and then took the famed #7 subway line a few stops (it's actually elevated, isn't it) to Shea. They are building a new stadium in the parking lot at Shea stadium and there isn't much parking. The entire train was packed with Mets fans. I sat next to a young woman who was loudly discoursing about her fiancee's desire for her to take his name and her vehement refusal to do so.
As I was in her face anyway, I gave her my vote of confidence. She was gratified and yelled across the car to let her other friends know that I kept my name too, goodness, many years ago. She didn't say many years ago but it was implied.
The conversation turned to going back to school. This woman is a student at college in Virginia where the horrible shootings took place, she actually lives in the same dorm as the shooter did but was in class at the time of the tragedy.
It was chilling to hear her talk about people that she didn't know but must have seen around campus.
So we got to Shea just as the rain started. We had seats under the overhang, so it was like sitting on the front porch, it was nice and dry and this game had all the excitement missing from Fri. The Mets scored 5 runs, John Maine gave up 1 hit but in the middle of the 5th inning after 90 minutes of torrential rain, the the mound started to dissolve and they stopped play. So we went back to Jeanette's and had a altogether lovely day.
Steve and I are reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows simultaneously; we lie in bed at night reading and gasping but can't discuss anything till we know that we are at the same point. It's almost too much fun, I swear.
Today Sheila and I went for a pedicure at a nail salon run and staffed by Mandarin-speaking Chinese people. It took me a few minutes to realize that the radio was tuned to a gospel station. Only in Brooklyn!