There was a little trash talk about the game at hand, and then a little baseball history - Carrie's grandfather, Itzzy Feinberg, played for the Phillies in 1938-39.
Michael mentioned that he didn't always look the way he did that day, with four weeks of unkempt playoff beard.
"In the seventh inning, I said to my friend, 'Is this guy even cute?' All I could see was his teeth - that's how hairy he was."
But she loved talking to him - he cracked her up.
Carrie's engaging, bubbly personality made her an excellent distraction from the game, Michael said. The Phillies won.
When the game ended, Michael left with his friends without asking for her number. She was disappointed.
The more Michael liked someone, the more nervous he got. "Even after eight innings of talking and not watching the baseball game, I didn't have the guts," he said.
But Michael had second thoughts, and walked back to Carrie. "Are you on Facebook?" he asked. She was, she told him. She wondered how he would ever find her there.
Michael managed to contract the H1N1 flu at the Yankees' World Series victory parade. When he felt human again, he searched Facebook, hoping Itzzy's granddaughter shared his last name.
Michael and Carrie, who are now both 31, e-mailed for two weeks, then talked by phone for two more. On Dec. 12, Michael drove from eastern Long Island to Philadelphia for their first date.
Michael, who grew up in Mahwah and works for Torcon, showed up at her apartment with dog treats for Chewbacca the Yorkiepoo. They had drinks at the Good Dog, which led to dinner at Raw and bowling at Lucky Strike.
Their second date was a weekend in New York City.
Long, weekday talks on the phone with amazing dates each weekend was exciting at first, Carrie said. But the distance wasn't easy. For two years, skipping the long drive just one weekend meant two weeks between a visit, Michael said.
How does forever sound?
In summer 2011, Michael started a multistate search for the right diamond. When he found the two finalists, he and his 90-year-old grandma, Roz, who used to work in fine jewelry, went to choose together. The winner: 1.36 carats, symbolizing SRO Section 136, where they met.
In January 2012, the ring was ready. Michael had planned a trip to Philly, anyway, to meet Carrie for a trip to Florida to visit her 90-year-old Nana Sally, Itzzy's wife. En route, Michael made a surprise stop at Carrie's parents' house in Bala Cynwyd to get their blessing. He was so excited he left the car running.
At Carrie's place after dinner, she put on her PJs and began packing.
Michael called her, so she went to the living room. He was on one knee, holding Chewy in one arm, and a rose and the ring in the other.
"Will you make us the happiest boys on the planet and be my wife?" Michael asked.
"Is this really happening?" asked Carrie.
It was, Michael said.
"You are not getting the ring without a yes."
That April, Michael's company gave him a transfer to their Philadelphia office.
It was so them
Michael is Catholic. Carrie's father is Jewish; her mother, Catholic. They were married by Michael's family priest, which took special approval from the archdiocese, and said their vows under a chuppah.
Michael carried something to represent each of their four grandfathers, including the game ticket from the day they met.
At the reception, the couple did a Viennese waltz to "The Rainbow Connection."
There was also a hora.
Best man Adam told the 183 guests that Michael had taken him to the Pearl Jam concert where he met his wife, Marcella. And that he and Marcella were the friends with Michael at the World Series game where he met Carrie.
This was unexpected
For the mother-son dance, Michael and his mom wore hats, ties, blazers, and sunglasses and carried briefcases for their own version of The Blues Brothers' "Soul Man."
Carrie's parents invited a special guest: The Phillie Phanatic. He put a Phillies jersey on the bride and a Yankees jersey on the groom - then theatrically blew his nose on the Yankee pinstripes.
"I barely kept myself off the floor when I first saw you," Michael told Carrie. "My best man was laughing at me, I was tearing up that bad."
"I don't think anything will ever top the feeling that I had as soon as the ceremony was over and we were walking down the aisle as a married couple," Carrie said. "I was just exploding with happiness."
A bargain: Getting married on a Sunday in February meant big savings: 41 percent on the band alone, and at least 25 percent overall, Michael said.
The splurge: They met with other photographers who fit their budget, but after seeing Cliff Mautner's work and meeting with him, they doubled that line item. "He was worth every penny," Carrie said.
Five days in Cancun.
BEHIND THE SCENES
The Rev. Christen Beirne, Saint Rose of Lima, Short Hills, N.J., assisted by family friend Andrew Rosen
Atrium at the Curtis Center, Philadelphia
Cescaphe Event Group, Philadelphia
Dreamtime from EBE Events and Entertainment, Philadelphia
Cliff Mautner Photography, Haddonfield
Dave Figenshu of Full Moon Video Services, Nazareth, Pa.
Beautiful Blooms, Philadelphia
Designed by Marisa, purchased at Bridals by Danielle, Philadelphia
SGS Paper Co., Glenside
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