Last night’s Mets game stunk. Sure, it was better than hanging out at Citi Field for a couple hours to watch the rain fall on Wednesday – but you have to invoke that old saying about a bad day at the ballpark being better than a good day anywhere else if you want to pretend it was fun.
It took four tries, but I finally got to see my first Mets win at Citi Field in 2011 on Saturday.
I almost didn’t go to the game. It was raining all morning and the forecast for the afternoon didn’t seem all that great, either. If the Mets hadn’t won their last two games, I might have decided to skip it. But I went, and I made sure to wear my “lucky” Buffalo Bisons cap. (It came in the mail Thursday, so I was wearing it while watching the Mets game that night. Since they won, I made sure to wear it again on Friday while watching the Mets. Baseball players aren’t the only ones with silly superstitions.)
It wasn’t the nicest afternoon for baseball, but after an hour plus rain delay the game got underway.
It started out well enough on Sunday. The skies were still cloudy, but it was warmer that it was for the home opener Friday. I got to the park earlier and had time to check out the new displays at the Mets Hall of Fame & Museum. (I’ll get back to that another day, but I have mixed feelings about it.) I even got an autograph from R.A. Dickey after the pitchers did their pre-game throwing and running.
The game got off to a good start, too. Chris Young baffled the Nationals hitters, limiting them to just one run on one hit over seven innings of work. The Mets gave him two runs to work with in the bottom of the first inning, and added another in the fifth. Young should have gotten his second win in as many starts.
I went to the Mets home opener yesterday, my first-ever Major League opening day. It started off well enough, though there were some hiccups along the way.
I had to hunt around for a store that still had the limited Opening Day pin, but I did find one on the Promenade level. I then had to hunt some more before I found an open ticket window so I could get a ticket for Sunday – I probably should have just waited to get one at the gate.
But that was all forgotten by the time the pre-game ceremonies started.
Filled with blind optimism fueled by a four-game sweep of the Pirates and a nice weekend weather forecast, I decided it would be fun to go to one more Mets game this weekend even though none of my friends would be around. I hopped on StubHub on Friday afternoon and found a good deal for Sunday’s game.
Well, we all know how Bobby Cox’s final visit to Queens went. At least the weather didn’t disappoint.