Rain, Rain Go Away!

It just won't stop raining...

And so we arrived wet (but not yet weary) in Flushing, NY to catch the first of our double-header. Oweghn took the umbrella and started to do his own rendition of that dude from "Singing In The Rain" and for the first time I get a good look at Shea Stadium with the new stadium just about sharing the same exterior wall.

And it continued to rain...

So I started to think about the fact that the rain was not going away and, while it really doesn't impact us native Oregonians (OK, so I'm a native Virginian, adopted Oregonian), it might actually impact a New York baseball team's ability to play baseball. Rain delay? That would be fine as we really have no other plans and, being on West coast time (along with our earlier nap), we weren't going to tire out any time soon. Cancellation? That would be disappointing. We could make a game the next day, but then we'd miss out on the Statue of Liberty, but we came out to watch baseball, but then I'm not really sure what the Mets cancellation policy is so I'm hoping we will hear those two engaging words tonight: "Play Ball!"

So we did what anyone would do in our situation. Headed for the nearest stand and ordered some hot dogs, some cotton candy (and for Daddy a cold, refreshing beverage in a commemorative container). Our seats were uncovered and wet so, along with thousands of other fans, we found dry spots on the concourse, sat down, and enjoyed one of Nathan's finest.

And it continued to rain...

Ah, the innocence of youth, the harassment of knowledge. No matter what we did, I could not get this nagging, harassing feeling that we would not witness Jose Reyes and Johan Santana and David Wright lead the New York Metropolitans to victory this evening. But we are a lemonade family (the product of being dealt lemons).