The Rogue Stitch

From a place called home:

Vermont is gorgeous right now. And I have the pictures to prove it.







If only I had a few shots of the lake.... or better yet, the lakefront crowd in Girling...er, Burlington. Remind me, again, of why I'm not spending the rest of the summer here with a frosted drink in hand. Hell, I'm even thinking about giving up my habit of sleeping in to catch this morning view on a regular basis:



Alright, so that would probably be impossible. And it turns out that I left the northern wilds for Brook-nam this morning. I did want to stay up there a while longer though. But damn, New York's lookin' good too:



Williamsburg, yo. Too cool for you--and me. Hipsters, dirty hipsters. And the spot's just blowing up. Build, baby, build. Give me an apartment with a view.



Of course, a trip to New York wouldn't be complete without a pilgrimage to Queens, and the stadium we call Shea.



Yup, we sat directly behind home plate, up in foul ball territory. And not a single one came our way. We did see, however, one fly off to our right and hit the peanut (or hot dog) guy. It bounced right off the tray he was carrying on his head. Funny shit. one in a million.

We also saw Jose Reyes hit for the cycle, making him the 9th Met to do so in the franchise's history. Hell, I felt like we were in Hamburg, with the chant of "Ole, ole, ole....Jose, Jose" that went through the crowd. (Btw, Reyes is hitting .489 over the last 11 games.)

Billy Wagner had to blow the game, though. One strike away from a win, and Mr. $43m ruined the night with a telegraphed fastball. If he pulls that shit in August when the Mets visit the Rockies, he ain't leaving Colorado.

And that's the word.

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