I have seen family and friends, gone swimming, and watered the lawn and the flowers for people who were away. I read the paper. My wife and I went to Kew Gardens, Queens, for the National Theatre. We went to Hicksville for dosa. We drove back from Connecticut in a deluge.
I have run out of my vapid attempts at profundity. It’s summer. Humidity saps the brain.
Mostly, the days and nights are built around the Mets.
I sold myself to the devil last winter when the snow was piled high and there was nothing on television as usual.
Please, I bargained, just make this a good baseball season.
The devil has kept his end. The Mets are captivating, even when they lose. This is why baseball is the greatest game. They play every day.
The last four days have formed one of the weirdest stretches I have ever seen. You know all this already.
On Wednesday, Wilmer Flores heard rumors from the selfie crowd that he had been traded.
Flores cried. The social-media gossip was premature.
On Thursday, the front office clarified: no trade.
My son and I text each other: What’s wrong with Familia? Wait, can they trade Wheeler after surgery?
On Friday, the Mets got Yoenis Cespedes, but kept Flores.
(Gardening note: The Mets now have players named Lawns and Flowers in Spanish. Make of this what you will. Perhaps they will trade for a player named Árboles.)
On Friday, Flores ended the game with a homer. My son texted Well, that was obviously going to happen. I have never seen players embrace a teammate so fervently.
On Saturday, Cespedes flailed at sinkers. He will settle down -- unless he is this year’s Foy, this year’s Vaughn, this year’s Bay.)
Also on Saturday, Lucas Duda drove in all three runs with two homers and a double. I am sorry I called him a lug.
I was building my Sunday around the dreaded 8 PM game.
Then on Sunday morning I learned there was a charity soccer match from Wembley.
My Arsenal and Chelsea mates were watching – together again! – in Cobble Hill, Brooklyn.
Wenger 1, Mourinho 0. Done and dusted, as somebody once said.
Can’t write now. Things just getting interesting.