That's what she said.......

Wednesday evening on City Island was starting off like a lot of others this season. It looked like rain. I resigned myself to another long evening at Metro Bank Park, dodging the rain drops. As I arrived I noticed the tarp was off, but still rolled out on the outfield. As I started down the warning track, I saw that Doug and Izzy were already there. Doug doesn't usually work on Monday or Wednesday nights, since he plays senior league softball. Tim was on the tractor, and starting to drag, what looked like, a very damp infield. My guess was the tarp had been on all day, since it rained almost all day. I was mildly surprised that we were even playing tonight, since it had rained almost non-stop for the past 2 days. But it seems that the new philosophy is to get the game in no matter what. Whatever, not my call. I'm just here to do my job. My philosophy is simple: I do this for fun, so I'm not going to let anyone spoil my good time. Our group likes to have fun and keep it light. We're all business when it comes to out work, but when we're not working, we make our own fun. That's what leads me to the title of tonight's entry. Most of our fun comes when we settle into the cubby to what the game. It usually consists of busting each others chops. Tonight, though, we seemed to settle on using the catch phrase "That's what she said..." I'm not really sure of the origination of the phrase, but with us, it started during the first stand in the 2nd series with Akron. The first 3 games with Reading were atypical as the weather was summer like, totally not what we were used to in early April. However the 2nd set with Akron was pretty much what it has been the rest of the way, raining. We were hanging in the cubby, watching the radar, talking, when one of the Akron pitchers came in to see what was happening. He turned out to be quite a character. And that's when the catchphrase popped up for the first time. After that, we were off to the races, and it appeared periodically as the season went along. But Wednesday night, "That's what she said..." was the theme for the evening. Pretty much everything we said turned into a sexual reference and the obligatory use of the catch phrase. We were laughing our asses off between trips to the mound and plate to spread Turface, as there was a steady drizzle for most of the game. The game moved along at a fairly brisk pace, with the Sens jumping out to a quick lead. There was a bit of drama later in the game, with the Sens winning 4-1, loaded the bases, and Ian Desmond at the plate. He unloaded on one and sent towards the right field fence. The guy on first base base, unsure whether it was out or not, due to a nifty acting job by the B-Mets right fielder, held close at 1st. Desmond didn't realize it, or assumed he was going to take off and apparently passed him by a few steps. We were all watching the fence and the ump for the call, so the only people who saw it was the Binghamton bench. They immediately protested and the umps huddled to sort it out. As it turned out, 1 ump was watching the fence, 1 was watching the runner on 2nd and 1 was watching the runner on 3rd, so nobody saw what was happening on 1st base. So it was a grand slam for Desmond. It didn't affect the outcome of the game in the end, but I don't think that was any consolation to the B-Mets. It was an 8-1 final and the end of a very crappy weather night. It was actually a quick game by today's standards. We finished cleaning up the mess and put the tarp on and were out of there by 10:50. Maybe we'll catch a break tomorrow and get a dry night for a change. Until then, later