So having tired of the packed-in crowds at the Long Island Ducks baseball games, we opted instead for the relatively emptiness of major league baseball by going to Shea stadium on Saturday. The bit-more-than-half filled stadium was hemorrhaging fans by the seventh inning as the Mets found themselves down 10-4 to the Cardinals. We hung out since we had reasonably good seats in foul ball territory (although we didn’t catch any.)
Going into the bottom of the ninth, still down 10-4, the roving camera guy in the “crowd” aimed his lens at two nuns. The nuns appeared on the Jumbotron and one of them promptly crossed herself and clasped together her hands in supplication. The message was clear: Only Jesus could help the Mets now.
Whereupon the Mets promptly rallied. Before a stunned crowd and a fumbling Cardinals outfield, the Mets strung together five runs, bringing it to 10-9 and runners on the corners with two outs. Unfortunately Jesus must have sneezed or his attention was drawn elsewhere for a moment, because a long fly ball caught by a running Cards outfielder ended the game one short of a total comeback. Still, a 10-9 nail-bitter was a hëll of a lot more entertaining than the 10-4 blowout we thought we were going to end up with.
And apparently to make up to the Rally Nuns for his lapse, Jesus came on strong for the Sunday game and the Mets won 13-5.
All those times I sat there, watched the Mets and muttered “Chriiiist,” who knew? I’m only hoping the Rally Nuns come there regularly from now on. The Mets need all the help they can get.
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