The Higher Worlds Are Shaking

Tonight, two of the old-timers of the JBlogosphere, namely me and The Great Joe Schick, will finally meet.

(As an added attraction, Elster and OOS will also be part of the party).

Although we've shared hundreds of emails over the years, Joe and I have never met. I don't even think we've spoken on the phone. More recently, we've been trying to hook up for lunch to discuss a pet project of Joe's but my frequent travels and his busy schedule have gotten in the way.

Yesterday, Joe suggested that we go to tonight's Mets game. After obtaining approval from our respective bosses and inviting Elster and OOS (who also obtained the requisite passes from their bosses), we had a plan.

Now all we needed were tickets.

Joe offered to buy some tickets, assuring me that he would never pay face value for a week-night Mets game. I told Joe that I was not in the habit of paying anything for Mets tickets and asked for a couple of hours to see whether I could score some tickets from my contacts.

Joe's only condition was that we not sit in a sky box since that would inhibit his ability to scream at Willie Randolph, the Mets incompetent manager. I asked Joe whether field level boxes would be too upscale for him. Joe said that while he prefers to sit amongst the hoi poloi in loge seats, he could deal with field level boxes if forced to.

Sure enough, within an hour one of my sources, a very fine Wall Street law firm, came through splendidly. Four field level seats between first base and right field (very close to the kosher hot dog stand, an added benefit). The tickets even came with a prepaid parking pass.

So, if all goes according to plan, later this evening I will be hoisting a cold one with one of the g'dolei hablogosphere under a beautiful Queens sky.

It doesn't get much better.