So what the heck is going on here? Take a look at the photo below, taken in late December of 2016, and tell me why I played an SP78 game under these strange but necessary conditions:
Yes, I played the entire Padres-Mets match-up for August 15th with three of the four chairs pulled away from the table. But the question is, why? Did I leave the game for a bathroom break before the first pitch, only to find poltergeist activity had taken place while I was away? Did the table shrink during the first inning? Did three impolite friends I’d invited over to watch the game suddenly stand up and leave, without bothering to push in their chairs?
Before clicking on the ‘continue reading’ link, see if you can come up with a plausible (or perhaps even not-so-plausible) answer to this puzzler, then tell me in the comment section below what you’ve guessed.
And here’s the answer:
Yes, my little Balinese cat Jade was the culprit, repeatedly jumping up on the table while I was trying to set up the game, wanting nothing more than to be near me, and hanging out smack-dab on top of the playing field. I thought pulling back the chairs—thus removing that step of the jumping/climbing process—would solve the problem. Wrong! I remembered my cat Mango couldn’t jump that high in her later years, but stupidly forgot that my new cat was a dozen years younger, and could jump that high, making the displacement of chairs an absolute waste of time and effort.
I finally had to banish him to my bedroom, safely locked behind closed doors, allowing me to start the game without his playful paws scattering pawns and player cards all over the tabletop. And I wonder what Mets starting pitcher Craig Swan was thinking while trapped under those two giant furry feet, screaming for help as eight razor-sharp feline claws flexed dangerously above him. It’s not surprising he was a nervous wreck at game time, and wound up as the losing pitcher in a 2-1 Padres win.